On Identity

Oh, my sweetest pea,

You have spent too many years grappling with the question: Who am I? Who am I? Who am I?

It’s a bit of a self-absorbed question, if you ask me 😉…. Although I say that with great love.

The answer is simple, my sweet. You are love. You are love in a human body.

But human bodies in this human life in these broken human systems create all sorts blocks to love inside them. The conditions of not being seen, safe, loved and belonged, in all the myriad of ways that can occur, create protective mechanisms inside us. Ironically, these mechanisms, which often once served us well, become our blocks. Think of how anger protects but also separates. Think of how anxiety keeps us safe, but lonely and afraid.

But love! It is the core of you, as is true of every single human out there. Isn’t this exciting! You are love. They are love. There are no better or worse humans on the planet; sometimes it just seems that way because some humans have more blocks.

Please be as patient with them as I am asking you to be with yourself. It is hard to be human.

But my dear girl, the question then is not: Who am I? But instead: What is your unique expression of love?

I like to imagine if every person identified their own unique expression of love- be it painting or music or mathematics, plants or building things or dancing, we would find our path to peace. To unity. To love and beauty. Imagine the inspired world that would be? Imagine it. Dream it. Write it here. Perhaps this will be the place the magic begins.

But as for you, my love- you have the gift of seeing. Of seeing people. Of loving people.

You have the gift of self-awareness. And you’ve walked a journey of healing and growth that will inspire- if you use your voice to share it.

And you know it’s your gift because it comes easy.

There is a caveat, my dear- the talent may come easy, but the practice of living it requires discipline. I know you’ve got that, my sweet.

Because here you are, right now, writing.

My goodness, you’re magnificent.

I love you,

Christina Michelle

Love letters are letters of self-compassion written to me, by me, born of moments of hardship. I often find people struggle with how to speak compassionately towards themselves.

These letters are meant to be an example of how you can begin.

With love, Christina