Raven Archer

I once carried a burden so heavy it nearly buried me—until I learned to release it, realizing it was never mine to bear. That burden was resentment, a slow poison that can prove fatal if left untransmuted.

Through healing, I finally forgave the traumatic events that once clouded my heart and tainted my view of the world. For years, I blamed my biological father for the shadows he cast over me, until I understood that I am not his projections or his darkness. Layer by layer, I peeled away what I am not, rediscovering my true self and remembering who I truly am.

Today, I feel genuine gratitude for that darkness and pain. Without it, I wouldn’t be as wise, awakened, or resilient as I now stand. Everything happens for a reason.

Living under his shadow forced me to question the distorted reality he imposed. When I chose to break free from his shackles—prioritizing my sanity and safety—his fear of exposure led him to orchestrate my excommunication from the family through slander. What was once “family” I now simply call “relatives.” His narcissistic retaliation only deepened my anger and resentment—not just for the original abuse, but for this new punishment simply because I refused to pretend we were a happy unit any longer.

I don’t regret walking away. Sharing my story openly has lightened my heart in ways he, still hiding behind his lies, can never know. There’s profound beauty in reaching a place of unshakeable security—like the deepest roots of an ancient tree—where gaslighting and denial lose their power.

I’ve released the baggage of blame and resentment toward my father. Forgiveness doesn’t mean inviting him back into my life; it means I am now free to soar—unapologetically, fearlessly, and fully myself.