8 years ago, at 42, I met someone I thought I had lost forever - MYSELF.
- Mikko Piispa

- Apr 21
- 1 min read

For years, I carried the invisible weight of trauma… it shaped my choices, my silence, and the limits I unknowingly placed on my own joy.
But something sacred happened: I began to rise.
Bit by bit, I broke the chains that once held me down.
Now at 50, I can say with awe and gratitude—I’m living the most beautiful years of my life.
Here in South Korea, I found not just professional success, but a deeper purpose.
On this trip, I realised that work is no longer just a job—it’s an expression of healing, of passion, of service.
Every day, I get to live as the woman I was always meant to be.
This is my resurrection story.
Just as Christ rose from the tomb, defeating the darkness with radiant light, I too have risen—
From GUILT, from SHAME, from FEAR, from the stories that told me I wasn’t enough.
To anyone who feels buried under pain or stuck in a season of silence—your resurrection is coming.
Life has a way of calling us back to ourselves when we’re ready to rise.
HEAL RISE THRIVE






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