Raised by Wrath, Not Love

Raised by Wrath, Not Love Dedication To every child who grew up in a house filled with shouting instead of singing, in rooms filled with silence instead of safety This book is for you. To the ones who were told to be strong before they were even old enough to be weak, To those who were punished for crying, scolded for needing, and taught that love was a reward and not a right This book is for you. To the brave souls who chose to heal instead of hate, Who chose to build gentleness where only fear had been planted This book is for you. To my younger self, The little girl who trembled at footsteps and prayed for softness You didn't imagine the pain. You didn't deserve it. But you rose, even when it broke you. This book is your whisper back into that silence: "I see you. You survived. And now, you love." And to every reader who still carries invisible bruises on their spirit, May this story remind you: The cycle can end with you. Healing is messy, but it is possible. You can be the love you never received. With all my heart, This is for the wounded who are becoming whole.