We are the most trauma-aware generation in history — and somehow the most spiritually tormented.
We have language for everything now. Trauma, triggers, attachment wounds, emotional dysregulation, nervous system dysrhythmia, trauma-bonding, shadow work. We’ve created an emotional dictionary that would impress Freud and bewilder Moses.
The Church is not well.
We all inherit things we didn’t choose.
A way of reacting. A fear that doesn’t make sense. A story that seems to replay itself in every generation.
You can feel it sometimes — in the way your temper mirrors your father’s, or how your mother’s anxiety hums quietly in your own chest.
We call it personality.
But what if it’s code?
We call it “survival.” We call it “doing our best.”
But let’s be honest—sometimes “doing our best” just means “barely holding it together with duct tape and caffeine.”
We’ve got people out here calling burnout “purpose” and anxiety “just part of the grind.” That’s not freedom—that’s a hostage situation with good branding.
