As a Black woman in America, at some point in my healing journey I felt the same and guilt of coming from lineages of those that were enslaved. Due to the ways I was conditioned through public school I began to think less of myself and those that looked like me and this was in spite of having parents that taught me to be proud about who I am and who my people are. Through the years of my learning and unlearning as well as my ability to sit with the discomfort and truths of my lineages, I have been able to explore the ways in which this same burden could be seen or experienced instead as blessings to support me and carry me further towards my dharma.