Being the first in my family to break generational trauma has been a journey with no map, no guide, and often no support. It’s like stepping into the unknown, where every move can feel awkward, uncertain, even “crazy.” Without breadcrumbs to follow, I’ve had to learn by making mistakes, sometimes big ones. And those mistakes can feel overwhelming, especially when they come with criticism or mocking from people who doubt that healing this trauma is even possible.

But I’ve learned that being first also means being the one to take the weight of the disbelief, to push through it, and to let faith lead the way. Every wrong turn, every lesson learned, is what’s shaping the path forward. Faith has become my vision, guiding me when I can’t see what’s ahead. It’s taught me to believe in what I feel within, even when there’s no evidence around me. Faith doesn’t rely on sight; it relies on conviction.

So now, I’m okay with making mistakes and taking risks because I’ve seen how those so-called “wrong” turns have turned out for the good. I’m at peace with the path I’m on, knowing that being the first is a calling and one that’s worth every step, every lesson, and every ounce of faith it requires.