We spent over a week at Sylwester’s parents’ house before our departure for Italy. My in-laws’ home is a place where I always notice the progress I’ve made in expanding my consciousness, as well as the energetic gaps I still need to “patch up.”

In the past, just thinking about stepping into that heavy, dense energy would make my whole body tense up. And once I was in it, I would give in to it — falling into anger, frustration, and judgment of others. However, a few months ago, I noticed a huge shift within myself. I stopped judging my in-laws and saw them in an entirely new light.

It wasn’t empathy or compassion. I looked at them and had a revelation: Aha! This is not the real them! Beneath the layer of constant complaints and anger, something entirely different was hidden — beauty, softness, care, tenderness… And in that moment, I deeply felt the all-encompassing presence of love.

When I realised this, I celebrated that feeling throughout our entire visit.

During our last stay, despite my acceptance of the atmosphere in the house, by the fourth day, I felt discomfort building up inside me — to the point that it completely consumed me. I couldn’t understand what was happening. I tried to avoid contact with my in-laws, even though I knew they weren’t the cause. I was furious with myself. I judged myself harshly: Why am I so angry?! I was already at peace and in full acceptance!

The anger grew stronger with each passing day. Whenever I became aware of it, I felt it in my body and breathed through it. Yet, day by day, I felt increasingly exhausted. This time, the energetic gap was so enormous that I began convincing myself that I can’t keep up with all of this anymore. I felt as if I was going to explode, as if I was about to collapse. I desperately wanted to leave, convinced that only in a different environment would I be able to breathe and return to myself.

After a 15-hour journey, we finally arrived at our Airbnb in Italy. Sylwester and I were both very tired, but I was relieved that we had changed our surroundings.

On the third morning, out of nowhere, I suddenly felt the same anger rising in my body again. I knew that this activated emotion had travelled with me to Italy. I went out for a walk, and when I returned, I bumped into Sylwester in the doorway.

“I’m furious! I feel like I betrayed myself at your parents’ house!” I exploded, not yet understanding why I felt that way.

Sylwester hugged me, then I went to my room and started crying.

That evening, I sat next to Sylwester on the sofa in the kitchen. We sat in silence for a while, and I don’t even know how it happened, but we started talking about our stay at his parents’.

Suddenly, it hit me — the discomfort I had felt there was actually a suppressed voice that had been trying to break free from within me all along. I even remembered that, for the first time in my life, I had felt enormous vibrations in my throat — almost as if that silenced voice was screaming: “Let me out! Let me out of here!” Yet, I hadn’t been able to fully acknowledge it.

All the work I had done — dissolving my anger through breathwork at my in-laws’ house — hadn’t been for nothing because, all at once, something clicked. I understood: AHA! It was time for me to stop being afraid to speak! It’s not enough just to feel and accept. There are moments when openly expressing what I feel is essential — not just for me, but for the other person as well.

A part of me had unconsciously feared speaking up, afraid of being judged. And yet, the urge to speak in an integrated way had finally emerged from within me — without any expectations of how it would be received. This power no longer wanted to be suppressed. It longed to come to light and become part of my life. That’s where the anger had come from — it had actually been excitement, the eagerness to finally express myself with words.

It was one of the most important conversations in our relationship. We felt an immense sense of relief and an even deeper connection between us. The moment we finished talking (literally at that very second!), the doorbell rang.

Standing at the doorstep was Nilvana — an Italian lady, around 80 years old, from whom we were renting the apartment. With a radiant smile on her face, she handed us a bottle of champagne and traditional Italian snacks as a gift! Even though she didn’t speak English, and we knew only a few words of Italian, we laughed, talked, and enjoyed the moment together.

After she left, we were filled with pure joy — as if we had suddenly switched to an entirely different frequency of reality. We were in awe of how precisely the universe is designed. We realised that absolutely everything that happens to us — every person, every situation that stirs something within us — is there to wake us up, and invite us to look deeper within ourselves. So that we can unlock the dormant divine energy within us — the very energy that, at our core, we truly are. Without exception!