Carrying the Suitcase, Holding the Key
- Karen Di Gloria
- 3 hours ago
- 3 min read
Why facing our shadow is the only way to free a bloodline
There comes a moment in every soul’s evolution when denial stops working.
When the patterns repeat too many times, the relationships collapse in the same way, and the body itself starts keeping score.
That’s the moment the shadow knocks.
We inherit more than eye color and bone structure.
We inherit unfinished business—fear, shame, silence.
We swim in it before we even have a name.
Inside our mother’s womb we breathe her hormones, her anxiety, her grief.
The mother wound begins before birth.
My mother came into this life carrying a storm: Mars and Saturn in Cancer, Pluto in Leo—all buried in her twelfth house.
The house of repression. The house of what we pretend not to know.
It made her afraid of her own fire. So she stuffed it down, locked the door, and lived behind it.
The anger never disappeared; it leaked.
It became mood, manipulation, martyrdom.
She wanted peace but kept feeding war.
She wanted love but built walls.
She wanted control because fear was all she knew.
And for a long time I played my part.
I absorbed the tension, tried to be the calm in her chaos.
I thought that was love.
It wasn’t—it was survival.
Eventually I saw the truth: silence isn’t loyalty.
It’s participation.
If you witness a vicious crime and look away out of fear, the karmic weight still stains your hands.
The same law applies within: if you see the shadow and choose not to face it, you become part of its chain.
Now that I know, I cannot unknow.
Her fears are not mine to carry — but they are mine to transmute.
Because lineage karma doesn’t dissolve through blame; it dissolves through awareness.
This is where individual shadow work matters most.
We talk about saving the world, about healing humanity, but the world we see is the projection of the one we refuse to enter—our own unconscious.
Every generation gets the chance to turn toward the mirror.
Some refuse. Some halfway.
And a few—maybe you reading this—finally say, enough.
So this letter is both confession and ceremony.
It’s written to my mother, but it’s also written to every soul who senses the inherited weight pressing on their chest.
The Letter—Unfiltered
Mom,
I see the pain you never named. I know what it’s like to live behind locked doors.
But I can’t carry your suitcase anymore.
You had your chances to face what hurt you and you didn’t.
You chose fear. You chose control.
You kept playing the victim because it felt safer than change.
That was your right.
But I won’t keep proving my love by cleaning up what you won’t claim.
I’m not writing this to attack you.
I’m writing it because silence has been killing us both.
I can love you and still refuse to be shaped by your reflection.
I can honor your story while living my own.
I forgive you—not to erase the past, but to end its ownership of me.
I release what’s yours. I keep what’s mine.
That’s the contract now.
— Your daughter, finally fully awake.
Turning Awareness Into Action
Shadow work isn’t trendy self-help; it’s spiritual hygiene.
We clear karma by calling things what they are.
We don’t need perfect words or elaborate rituals—just honesty, courage, and a small daily practice of truth.
Here’s how to start:
Name it. Write down what keeps repeating. Who taught you that? Where did it start?
Own your part. Awareness isn’t blame—it’s freedom.
Move it. Burn the paper, cry, shake, dance, scream in the car. Energy has to exit through the body.
Replace it. Speak one new truth aloud: I carry the key, not the suitcase.
I’m posting this today, October 28, two days after her solar return—after the yearly reset of her story—because this year, the story resets through me.
Not in silence. Not in blame.
In awareness. In choice.
In freedom.
If any part of this touched something inside you, I’d love to know.
Leave a comment, share it with someone who might need it, or simply tap the heart if you're reading this on a platform that allows it.
If this moved you, consider subscribing to Divine Soul Letters to receive soul nourishment straight to your inbox.
Just click the button below — your presence here truly means something real.
As a cycle-breaker,
Karen Di Gloria 💫