I recently discovered that my ancestors on my mothers side of the family had pretty tough destinies. I have always known that my grandmother (mothers mother) had a tough upbringing but I was not aware that the story goes way back and includes tragic deaths and a lot of guilt and shame. As a result of my resent discovery I’m having a tough time letting go of their legacy (I’m writing their but right now it seems very much like mine too). It is wearing me down – it’s like a very powerful energi that I can’t seem to shake off. I need to heal. I can’t help wondering: will healing your past make your happiness present?