13/04/2026
๐๐๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ซ๐๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง: ๐๐ก๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฌ๐ฌ, ๐๐ง๐ญ๐จ ๐๐๐ฐ ๐๐ข๐๐
Itโs the quiet fear of every adult childโ
losing both parents.
And when it happensโฆ
Itโs devastating.
Disorienting.
Destabilizing.
Deconstructing.
It feels like being in a fogโ
like youโve lost your footing and nothing is clear.
Heavy.
Lonely. Isolating.
And you donโt get out of it quickly.
Thereโs no shortcut.
It takes time.
It takes small, daily steps.
Some days, just getting through is enough.
You donโt force your way out.
You slowly find your way through.
And then one dayโฆ
the fog lifts.
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If youโre in that fog:
You are not crazy.
You are not abnormal.
You are not lazy.
You are not a bad person.
Nothing is wrong with you.
Something overwhelming happened to you.
So pleaseโgive yourself grace.
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For three years in a row, during Holy Week, Iโve gone on an Ignatian silent retreatโbased on the spirituality of St. Ignatius of Loyolaโfocused on finding God in all things.
Itโs days of silence, prayer, and reflection, with a daily one-on-one with a Jesuit spiritual director.
Over time, I began to see my own story in Holy Week.
Year 1: the crossโrage and pain.
Year 2: death of my old self.
This year: resurrection of my true self.
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The day before the retreat, I got my haircut.
I was so excitedโat home, I was laughing, crying, jumpingโฆ I was screaming.
Then I sat in the salon chair, and everything became still.
Calm. Light. At peace.
And I felt itโ
After all the inner work Iโve done, Iโve healed.
Mentally. Emotionally. Even physiologicallyโ
from the trauma of losing both my parents.
I feel joyful again.
I feel excited about life again.
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And now, I move forwardโ
rebuilding my life, financially and professionally.
Not from scratch,
but from everything Iโve lived through.
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This is what resurrection looks like for me: joyful, excited, and looking forward to whatโs ahead.
Take your time.
Youโre not behind.
Youโre not broken.
Youโre on your way to your own resurrection.
