My chest tightens when I hear a certain tone of voice.

Not the words, the tone.

The specific pitch that meant danger was coming.

My body remembers what my mind tries to forget.

This is intergenerational trauma: my grandmother’s fear and my mother’s silence, living in my nervous system now.

HSPs: We inherited their blueprints and healing means rewriting them.

What does your body remember that no one ever talked about? 💛