Making Peace with your past Making Peace With Your Past; this really is a subject that many people have a hard time with. I had a very very very hard time with this, but I have to tell you, making peace with your past is so good. How I Made peace with my Past Well, I would be lying if I said it was easy. I often found myself in the same situations and problems all the time. Once those problems would arise I would get mad and start thinking of how I would really show those people and situations who is boss. But one day, I asked myself, “how can I show those people who is boss, if I keep doing things the same way?” I realized I had to do something different, so I started going to therapy. Boy was that eye opening! When talking with my therapist, she would often ask questions about my past. And when she would ask; I would give answers and responses like it was still happening. the same anger I felt at that time, I would still feel it while talking in the present. I used to think that since I was holding onto the pain, it would help me ensure it doesn’t happen again. Again, wrong! I would still be in the same situations but this time, more angry and bitter than before. I didn’t like that feeling and after some time I realized it was time to make peace. While my upbringing was great, it wasn’t perfect. I was mad that my parents didn’t do what other parents did for their children with me, I was mad at how some of my past friends treated me, and I was mad at just so much stupid stuff (I can say that now, but back then it didn’t feel like that). the realization Now, childhood trauma as many call it, takes work to get through. But I remember my therapist and I were talking one day. I was complaining about something from my childhood and she said “if you were your parents' at the time, what do you think you would do?” I honestly didn’t have an answer, I just kept thinking about it. When I say kept thinking about it, I mean that one question consumed me. For one, I can’t imagine what my parents’ have overcome. My parents are immigrants and I am the first generation in the United States. I couldn’t imagine leaving one country and coming to another not knowing their customs. That must be hard. I also thought about having a child in another country, not only are you learning with your child about the culture but you are leaving behind all that you know. They are just doing the best you can. And when I thought about it, I began to cry for many days. I realized how ungrateful I was being. Again, my parents aren’t perfect but they truly did their best! My parents sent me to private school when I was younger before moving me to the suburbs as a teenager. I never had to worry about food, clothing, or shelter with my parents. I even got a car when I got my license as a teenager.