When I was 46 years old, my husband, Mohit, was killed in a motorcycle accident. A mere ten months later, my 18-year-old son, Nachu, died of widespread bone cancer. Even as a medical doctor, I had never seen anyone suffer as much as Nachu did during his abrupt decline. After my husband and son both passed, I sank into the darkest depths of despair. Time, willpower, self-reflection, and a conscious acceptance of what had happened allowed me to re-emerge as a new version of myself – joyful, excited and hopeful for my next chapter in life.
“People look for retreats for themselves, in the country, by the coast, or in the hills . . . There is nowhere that a person can find a more peaceful and trouble-free retreat than in his own mind. . . . So constantly give yourself this retreat, and renew yourself.”
- MARCUS AURELIUS