My Emotional Resurrection: What Dying to My Old Self Taught Me

There was a version of me that had to die. Not physically… but emotionally, spiritually, deeply. And the truth is—I didn’t know how heavy she was until I finally laid her down. This Lent wasn’t about routine sacrifice. It became my mirror. A sacred uncovering. A quiet unraveling. An emotional resurrection. The Quiet Days There were no loud breakthroughs. No dramatic moments. Just silence… and truth. The kind of silence that forces you to sit with yourself. The kind that doesn’t let you run. And in that stillness, I met the parts of me I had been avoiding. The grief I buried. The weight I carried that was never mine.…