Are You a Survivor?
Have you ever wondered why folks join a cult?
Or why you ended up in a toxic relationship? Ever since I escaped 2020, I have been on a healing journey. Examining every level of my past to get to the bottom of it. I discovered we are all humans who just want to be HEARD for who we are, SEEN for who we are and LOVED for who we are. And if we cannot find that, we search for it consciously and subconsciously. To find our tribe. To find our community.
What we never see coming is the people waiting to exploit the most loving and innocent parts of us. Either we survive or we turn into them. Monsters. The very definition of hurt people hurt people.
For the past five years I discovered I was searching for a loving family. A community. Stand up comedy welcomed me. I worked hard. I always say be funny and make friends. I did.
But lurking in the dark was my true intention.
The true meaning of Generational Curse. I was not performing because I loved it. I performed to prove to my own tribe that I could do it. I did not need a degree or forced education. I could make a living doing this. I did. Then a curveball hit. The woman I was proving myself to died. My mother passed away in 2022. I felt myself go through so much pain. Missing her, the torture of losing her, and the delusion that comes with death. In the height of my career she never said I am proud of you. She just told me how her friends found me funny. That kept feeding the CURSE. The angry purpose that tells you that you will never be enough. Years and years of this, not just in my career but in my childhood.
My inner child has been talking to me ever since I tapped into him in 2020. I did not know I had abandoned him. All he ever wanted to do was play. Tell jokes. Be happy. Have a safe space to grow. But lurking around every corner was emotional abuse, physical abuse. Safety snatched away. Love replaced with pain. So pain became love. That is the only way your brain can normalize it, to protect you from feeling the most disgusting shame, hurt and disappointment imaginable. And now it is laid on you. Pain is love. Pain is familiar. The curse has been resting inside you.
Where did it truly come from? I am still searching for that answer. But the good news is my inner child and I were able to make light of this dark subject. It is called Generational Curse. We have been having fun but also struggling to create this piece because adult me is forever grieving and hurting, while my inner child just wants to ignore it all and keep joking. We did find a new purpose. I saved his life. My inner child was infected with the curse. I built 18 years of stand up by myself but now I have a true calling for what my stand up will look, feel and sound like. And here it is.
This is for the survivors of emotional and physical abuse.
This is for the folks struggling with an inner critic voice. This is for the folks searching for community. This is for the folks searching for answers to why pain feels familiar.
You are not alone.
Please Enjoy.
My First YouTube Stand-Up Comedy Special…Generational Curse
Much love,
Nore Davis