There’s a memory I recall when I need a reminder that I can handle life.
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Dear John,

There’s a memory I recall when I need a reminder that I can handle life. I’m 24 years old, standing in a bathroom no bigger than a linen closet, staring at my bloodshot eyes in a mirror. I’m at work, crying over a breakup I was sure I’d never survive, trying to pull myself together to go back into my office. I’m a bookkeeper at a construction company and my desk is in the owner’s renovated garage. He’s not the warmest guy in the world and I know I need to suck it up and get back to work, but I feel inconsolable. Christmas is right around the corner and I wonder how I’ll get through the holidays alone.

As I recall this memory, I see myself standing in the mirror, trying to talk myself out of my suffering. This tough time will end, I tell myself. You’ll find someone better. The guy was a loser and didn’t deserve you.

None of it works, and when I finally blow my nose and splash cold water on my face before heading back to my desk, I take one last look in the mirror – straight into my eyes – and something stops me from moving.

I hear a voice that says: “Sweetheart, we’ll get through this. Be grateful. Your pain has brought us together.”

At the time, I had no idea who the voice belonged to or where it came from. All I knew was that I instantly felt better. The presence was kind, comforting, and confident. Its strength was reassuring and some part of me knew I could trust it and that gave me hope.

That day, pain introduced me to the Self and we’ve been connected ever since.

So many years ago, I still recall that moment of sweetness I felt in the middle of my sadness – a strange relief at knowing I wasn’t alone even though I was. The experience launched a love affair with a presence I’ve come to rely on and it’s given me a reason to be grateful during tough times because I know she will draw near.

As we head into the holiday season and the changing tide of politics in the US, I pray you meet or stay connected to the Self that has your back, your front, and everything in between. She’s there. He is, too. She always has been. He always will be. You just need to turn within and listen ♥️.

Love,
Cheryl


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