It may seem unending.
Your shoulders, shuddering.
The day, unyielding.
But did you know you can bear the loss?
It may be easier for me to talk to the people who are just feeling a little down today.
It is easier to lift them up.
But I am not talking to them.
I am talking to the ones who had something very cataclysmic happen.
Something that feels even absurd to consider carrying forward. It is that tragic.
Something you can’t ever change.
To the person who lost their teenage son.
To the person who lost all members of the family, and you are the only one left.
To the person who got diagnosed with an incurable disease and told that they will soon pass.
To the caregivers of the world who stand by watching them pass.
To those physically and mentally beat up that they want to close their eyes and never open them again.
Yes, I know some of you will stop reading here.
Because this does not pertain to you.
For those of you who continue to read, I am sorry that life has given you such sorrow. Unimaginable sorrow.
When I experienced tragedy the first time I thought my grief could stop the earth from turning.
The sun from rising.
Yet, it didn’t.
It didn’t even stop the bus from its daily route.
It stopped nothing but my own life.
This is how I know how you feel.
But I also know that there is a way out of this helplessness.
It feels as if your feet are glued to the ground.
And you can’t move them.
You might be considering even staying here, on top of this glued space.
And I don’t blame you.
Why try? Why bother with life if it hurts you so much?
Maybe this glue under your feet is not as bad.
But the glue is not meant for you. It is not meant for your feet even.
When you peek at it you see the pain in the glue. The stuckness.
Your brain sees it as glue because it is too painful to see it as pain.
Your eyes do the same thing.
They can’t look at the sorrow without losing sight.
Today we will go beyond the glue, beyond the insurmountable pain beyond the loss of everything. To find the one thing that remains even after tragedy. Your soul.
The you inside the you. The witness.
That witness cannot be glued in one place. And yes, it understands how the pain stops you from moving forward. But it is a force. A beam of light.
More infinite than the universe.
And completely and utterly unglued from the suffering.
Find your way there.
The you inside the you is even more yours than the glued you, the broken you.
In simpler words, tragedy cannot destroy the witness of you.
It can only destroy the you that is being witnessed.
And you know what else, this letter is being read by the witness just so you know.
I call her the Watcher….always watching, witnessing, helping me unglue myself.
You have the same one inside.
With many witnesses,
Christina
P.S. Make sure you have the book 
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