13/04/2026
𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬, 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞
It’s the quiet fear of every adult child—
losing both parents.
And when it happens…
It’s devastating.
Disorienting.
Destabilizing.
Deconstructing.
It feels like being in a fog—
like you’ve lost your footing and nothing is clear.
Heavy.
Lonely. Isolating.
And you don’t get out of it quickly.
There’s no shortcut.
It takes time.
It takes small, daily steps.
Some days, just getting through is enough.
You don’t force your way out.
You slowly find your way through.
And then one day…
the fog lifts.
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If you’re 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 please—give yourself grace.
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For three years in a row, during Holy Week, I’ve gone on an Ignatian silent retreat—based on the spirituality of St. Ignatius of Loyola—focused on finding God in all things.
It’s 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 cross—rage 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 excited—at home, I was laughing, crying, jumping… I was screaming.
Then I sat in the salon chair, and everything became still.
Calm. Light. At peace.
And I felt it—
After all the inner work I’ve done, I’ve healed.
Mentally. Emotionally. Even physiologically—
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 forward—
rebuilding my life, financially and professionally.
Not from scratch,
but from everything I’ve lived through.
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This is what resurrection looks like for me: joyful, excited, and looking forward to what’s ahead.
Take your time.
You’re not behind.
You’re not broken.
You’re on your way to your own resurrection.
