The orphan spirit isn’t just transmitted through trauma. It’s encoded in worldview.
It’s not only “my father left” or “my mother never saw me.”
It’s what I learned about life from that experience.
I learned that I have to earn attention.
That my needs are a burden.
That I must protect myself.
That rest is weakness.
That church is for the polished.
That God is a manager, not a Father.
And so I began to see the world, not through love, but through lack.
That’s how the orphan spirit survives from generation to generation: Not only through pain, but through perspective.
