Breaking generational curses can be the work of a lifetime and force us to face some hard emotions, such as guilt/shame, grief, loneliness, and fear.

When it comes to heredity, there are many things we are more than happy to inherit (dad's sense of direction, mom's even temper, grandma's talent for sewing, etc.), but what about generational curses —those family legacies we would rather leave behind?

No matter how we get them and regardless of their specific meaning, names are such precious things. So what happens when your name is taken away from you through repeated mispronunciation, misspelling and/or blatant disregard?