The "black sheep" of the family? Or the one who is tired and brave and finally steps forth to break the cycles of shame, toxicity, secret-keeping, addiction, and abuse? The one who chooses healing and discomfort in order to grow, and challenges the old and outdated patterns of beliefs, thoughts, and conditioning?
The black sheep in my family is so because they got addicted to opiates and started stealing from the family. On the other hand they tried to give my cousin a crib for their newborn but they had broken into someone's house and stolen it.
Yeah... they... I don't really know what else to say about them, they died in my early teens and from what I remember they were kinda scary. Really nice to us kids, but... off