About me

A Winter’s Tale of Love and Loss ❄️💙

It was a winter’s day—one I cannot consciously remember, but one my mother certainly does. She always recalled it as a winter fairytale—the day I entered this world. From the very first moment, an unbreakable thread of love connected us, weaving a bond stronger than words.

Because my father left nothing but scars and bruises—on my body and my soul. My mother was my entire family. We shared a relationship built on trust, warmth, and deep companionship. She was not just my mother; she was my safe haven, my greatest supporter. She gave me the freedom to make my own mistakes, to learn, to grow. When I fell, she guided me with wisdom rather than judgment, offering gentle advice instead of harsh reprimands. ✨

She trusted me, and in return, I had no desire for rebellion. I never felt the need for reckless teenage defiance because the space she gave me was already filled with love and understanding. Of course, like all mothers and daughters, we had our moments—especially when it came to tidying up my room! 😄 But our disagreements were fleeting, never leaving scars.

Who could have known… that one day, without warning, cancer would arrive like a thief in the night? When I first heard the diagnosis, I reassured myself—she is strong, she will beat this. I had no idea that I was stepping into the most agonizing year of my life. The battle was relentless—some days were filled with hope, others with despair. 🌊

Just when I thought I might lose her, something awakened within me—a warrior’s spirit.With the help of the incredible surgeon, we pulled her back from the edge when all seemed lost. After her surgery, my own immune system collapsed—I hadn’t even realized how deeply stress had consumed me. But for the first time in what felt like eternity, things were okay again. My mother was vibrant, glowing, full of life like never before. 🌸

Our bond, already unbreakable, strengthened beyond measure. It felt as if happiness had finally returned.But five months later, fate struck again. The cancer had spread, consuming her body with a force beyond anyone’s control. When I took her back to the hospital, deep down, I knew she would never come home again. Yet I wasn’t ready. I refused to be ready. So, I fought.

A Glimpse Beyond the Veil ✨

My mother was never a religious woman, which made what happened next even more remarkable.One evening, she called me to her bedside and confided in me—she could hear voices calling her from the other side. Bells ringing, whispers beckoning, colors shimmering. Yet, she refused them.She told me, I am not ready. I cannot leave you like this. You are still without work. I need to know you will be okay.And just like that… the voices disappeared.

Her condition seemed to stabilize, but deep in my heart, I knew the truth—she was holding on for me. Desperately, I began researching the afterlife, knowing my mother would never have imagined such things, let alone spoken of them unless they were real. Her experience ignited something within me—an undeniable sense that she was preparing for her transition. Three weeks later, I got a new job.Two days after I started… she let go. She had waited until she was certain I would be okay. She had fought until the very last moment. I was by her side. She held on, waiting. Waiting for my words.And when I whispered to her that it was okay, that she could go home, that I would be alright, she took her final breath. 🤍

I promised her I would be okay.I told her how much I loved her, that I always had, that I always would.And she left peacefully. 🕊️

Grief Never Feels ‘Easier’ 🌧️

People think that if you are prepared, the pain will be less. But it isn’t.

Nothing prepares you for loss. My world stopped. And yet, the world around me kept moving. 🕊️

🤍 She would never laugh with me again.She would never hold my hand when I needed her most.I experienced long periods of deep sorrow, depression, fear, and anger. She was too young. It wasn’t fair. I didn’t know then that every soul chooses its own path. 🤍

🌧️ Panic attacks overtook me when I reached for my phone and remembered—I couldn’t call her anymore. Sometimes, the grief was unbearable. I would still call her number, knowing the phone lay disconnected in a drawer beside me.

I sought help. But my first visit to a psychiatrist ended with her falling asleep during our session. I never went back.But I kept searching. And what I found changed my life. 💖

A Heavenly Touch 🌌

It was the most intense chapter of my life—one I will never forget.

On one side, I was drowning in my pain, barely surviving. But on the other, I was gaining deep spiritual insights into grief, the afterlife, the soul’s journey, angels, and intuition.

And then, something miraculous happened.People who had experienced loss started coming to me. Without planning it, without realizing it, I became a guide for others.

They came to me seeking comfort, understanding, and answers.

🌿 I studied even more.

🌟 I found my life’s calling, and it found me.

Today… 💫

I am Christy.

🐾 A deep lover of animals, spirituality, and life.

💙 I also deeply adore my husband, who is a writer and speaker as well.

📖 You can find him at michaelzettaking.com.

I am a woman who finds light in laughter but wisdom in depth 🌿.I am a storyteller , a healer , a seeker.

People call me many things.Some know me as an inspirational writer .Others have crowned me as the author of spiritual and self-growth bestsellers 📚. The media has called me a spiritual motivator.

I am grateful for every word ever spoken to me 💙, for every lesson life has given me , and for every soul I have encountered on my journey 🕊️.

I have heard so many stories… Each one unique ✨. Each one carrying a message 💭.

And everything you read here—everything I share with you—is, at its core, a reflection of my own story 💖.

Yet, my story has grown wings 🦋.

And along the way, it has embraced new stories—stories I now write for you.

Because books are, and will always be, the dearest friends of our souls 📖✨.

📖 Join me in this beautiful world. Let’s discover it together.