Trauma is inherited, passed down from those who directly experience trauma to subsequent generations. I wish that my children could have been born into a family that had never experienced trauma, but that wasn't the case.
When I made my way into the world, it was into a family that had, on both sides, a tendency toward red hair, great senses of humor, a little bit of musical and artistic talent, and some dysfunction and trauma. Because how we manage trauma can also be passed from one generation to the next, my parents managed it as theirs had, mostly by ignoring it.
I don't judge my parents for not dealing with issues that, if resolved, might have changed my life and my siblings' lives. Nobody in that time knew that the trauma that took place in families could be similar to what my paternal grandfather and many of my uncles experienced as shell shock in World War II.
When we know better, we do better. My parents did their best, and so have I.
And so, too, will my children. Trauma is passed on generation after generation; may you be supported to understand and deal with whatever trauma you may inherit.