You don't have to carry this the same way anymore.
Hi, I’m Christina
Welcome... I am so grateful that you are here. I’m a Mama, daughter, auntie, speaker, Grief Mentor & an expert in the new spiritual science on a mission to transform grief into deeper connection, love, safety, and purpose... one person at a time!
From modest upbringing as a Jordanian immigrant raised in a very loving, cultural-rooted conservative home, living in a world that felt safe, secure, and whole... to my journey of living with life after unbearable loss began all the way back on April 8, 2016.
My parents were killed by a wrong way drunk driver when I was 26. Little did I know, the grief, the emptiness, the anxiety, the suicidal thoughts, the family unraveling, the belonging, the loss of identity, numbness of my senses, my health depleting, feeling dead with a heartbreak, being the next generation over night, my soul urging for answers... would mark the start of my life’s work and obsession with understanding life, death, grief, and what might lie beyond.
The real questions that come after loss and the answers that changed everything.
For the past decade, I have taken my unwavering passion to research, study and embody the work that transforms how grief lives in you... bringing you back to connection, love, and the fullness of who you are.
Fast forward to today, I feel so connected to my parents that there are moments I can’t even say I miss them, because I carry them with me. As life has unfolded, I’ve come to feel something even deeper that they can do more for me from where they are now than when they were here. I’ve built a different relationship with them, a love that didn’t end… it just changed. And I’ve passed that on to my son. He knows he has grandparents. He talks about them, asks about them all the time “Did grandpa like soccer? Did he like hot sauce? Did grandma wear short dresses like you?” lol yes I get schooled by my 6 year old and it’s become something that’s just part of our life. I speak their names in the present tense.
And what that created was a life I never thought was possible. The past version of me would think I'm living an impossible dream. Because I was taught that grief was love, that the more I hurt, the more I loved them. I tried healing my grief. I worked with grief communities, coaches, talk therapists… and while I felt validated, I was only given ways to cope and survive. I even went to a doctor, and she tried to prescribing medication and said, “this is too traumatic, try these to help numb the pain.” So, I believed I would live the rest of my life without joy, without peace, without that feeling of safety or belonging. But that’s not what happened. The pain, the guilt, the blame, the heaviness, the brain fog, the exhaustion, the loss of identity, the constant feeling of missing them… it shifted. And what was left felt completely different.
Today, I am able to feel joy. I feel peace. I feel a sense of lightness. I feel safe in my body again. I feel connected, supported, and grounded in a way I didn’t know was possible. I’ve created a life that feels real a life where I’m present, where I’m raising my son from love instead of loss. He was born after they passed, and he still knows them, feels them in his heart, because I say their names out loud. I live without fear now because I understand what’s actually happening, and everything has changed because of that.
I live my life unapologetically now. I know who Christina is. I am my parents' legacy. Grief changed me to the core and a huge part of me died the day my parents did… and in that, I built my life from a place of deeper wisdom and clearer vision. There is so much gratitude in grief, yes, it first me, but it showed me how to actually live. How to be present. How to feel gratitude in moments I would have rushed past before. What actually matters… and what doesn’t. What to hold onto… and what to let go of. It changed the way I see everything. The way I love. The way I show up. It deepened my strength and my courage for anything life places in front of me. Grief transformed into my greatest superpower.
And the question I get the most is… “Christina, with everything you went through… how did you actually do it?”
Let me take you back where this all started…
Your loved one does not want to be the cause of your suffering.
Understanding My Own Reality
April 8th, 2016 was the first day of the rest of my life. The me that I knew is who actually died that day; not just my parents. After beginning to grieve the immense loss of them, only 4 months later on August 23, 2016 my dearest Khalo (which means uncle in Arabic), my second dad, died in a tragic accident involving a train. I was such a lost soul, searching for answers to life. I had no self-identity and I couldn’t even look in the mirror without thinking “who am I?”. I felt numb and fell into a victimhood mentality. I was living like a zombie - getting up, going to work, and coming home. The activities I once enjoyed felt mundane. The anger I felt inside literally made it hard for me to breathe. The grief was unbearable. Following my parents and uncles death, we quickly learned they never prepared to die together. At the same time, family began to unravel. Grief doesn’t always hold everything together. People were hurting in ways they didn’t understand, and everything started to shift including relationships, trust, and stability.
I hold that with understanding, because the effect of grief ripples through families, through relationships, through everything. There’s no blame… only a deeper awareness of how powerful grief really is and the level of impact it has on our brain chemistry. It changes how people show up, how they cope, how they react.
I was not understanding life; and had so many deeper questions. Where are they? Are they okay? What is death? What is the point of life if everything can be taken away? I needed real answers. Not comfort, validation or surface level words. Real answers. So I became a searching soul. And through years of studying, living, and embodying this work, something shifted. For the first time in my life, I realized I had power. I wasn’t a victim of my life.
I wasn’t broken. I wasn’t meant to stay stuck in pain. I began to understand what was actually happening inside of me. How grief lives in the body, how the mind processes loss, and how identity shifts when everything you knew disappears. Life has a way of taking our deepest pain for us to learn, to evolve, to grow.
And from that place… I began to rebuild. Brick by brick.
My Purpose
My life didn’t just change… my purpose did too.
One of the greatest things my parents taught me is that what you embody, you pass on. That became my path.
This is why I became a Grief Mentor.
I created the Do It For Them Method and the Spiritual Language from what I’ve studied, trained in, and become certified in over the years—combined with what I’ve lived, embodied, and now lead.
My mission is to transform grief into connection, love, and purpose… and a completely different way of living after loss.
I shift how grief lives in you… so you can feel safe in your body again, reconnect to the people you love, and come back to a life that actually feels like yours.
Every relationship is different. Every grief is unique. And some grief brings anxiety, depression, guilt, shame, regret, fear, resentment… the “should have, could have, would have,” the unfinished conversations, the unresolved relationships…
and I walk you through all of it so you don’t carry it for years.
Grief doesn’t have to define your life.
Now that you’re here, and you’ve gotten to know a bit more about me, I’m so excited to get to know you. If there’s one thing I can leave you with before you invite me into your life, it’s this
We are wired for connection.
When we experience grief, it activates the same systems in the brain that are tied to love and attachment—the same circuits that light up when you’re in love, when you feel deeply connected to someone.
So when your person passes, your brain doesn’t just understand loss… it experiences withdrawal. It searches. It scans. It reaches. It expects to find them the way it once did over and over again.
That’s why it feels like withdraw,
Grief, at its core, is the body responding to the loss of a powerful attachment.
This is the work.
And you don’t have to do it alone.
With all my love,
Christina N. Rose
Growing Up
I was born in Al-fuheis, Jordan as my father was getting his masters in Engineering at the Ohio State University. When my Mama was in labor, something went wrong and she had to choose within seconds between me and her to live. She choose me. She put her hand on her stomach and said, “Remember I always will love you”, and a miracle happened. My mama was able to give birth to me through a natural birth, and we both survived… Because of this experience, my mama always used to tell me that her and I will forever share the same heart.
My mama was raising two of my other siblings at the time that I was born, and brought us to the United States when I was just three months old. We lived in Cincinnati, Ohio, about 4 hours away from where my dad was studying, where he was able to visit us on the weekends. A couple of my family members had already immigrated to the U.S. years before, and with their help, we embarked on our journey here. Though we were not financially stable, we had our family and that was all that mattered. My dad lost his dad when he was just thirteen years old. His mom, and siblings had no money, so my dad had to grow up fast and work to take care of his six siblings. He was the oldest of the bunch and worked hard to put himself through school. Eventually, he helped migrate his brothers over to the states.
Growing up, we lived deeply in our Jordanian culture. In school, I was the shy one. Teachers would always mark down on my report card for speaking a different language and not fully embodying the American culture. I was assaulted, I was overweight (in my eyes), and often stressed out because I never truly knew who I was. I was constantly searching for validation outside of myself. In high school, I was jumped and beaten, which led me to leave school early. For most of my life, I always thought that I was a victim of circumstances, and that life was happening to me and not for me… But even then, something inside me knew there had to be more.
One thing that always centered on me was family. My parents home was literally open to everyone 24/7. Their love for family and community translated to me. Their home held beautiful moments, memories I will never forget. We hosted all parties, weekly Friday dinners (of about 25 people) and many holidays. Family and community was everything and literally the only thing we had. My parents' purpose was Family over everything, and love was the only answer. No matter what they had to sacrifice, my dad wanted to be the best father figure for his siblings and children. My Mama was the love that made it all happen.
My Transformation
There was a time I felt so empty I didn’t even know what “I love you” meant anymore. If I felt even a glimpse of happiness, I felt guilty. I lost my identity, my sense of safety, the version of me that existed with them. Everything felt dark. My senses felt numb. I couldn’t feel joy, connection, or even myself. I was living, but I wasn’t alive. I pushed people away. I had so much brain fog and I was exhausted no matter how much I slept. I didn’t see a future that felt worth building. I missed my parents so much that even leaving the house felt hard. If I saw families together or an older couple, my body would literally shake… like a lost child in the woods. I was blaming the world, crying all the time, unable to look at myself. There was this constant pain in my stomach that never left. I would replay their voices in my head all the time. My dad saying, “Don’t worry, I got this, Cookie.” My mom’s love… “I love you, my Christina.” My uncle always telling me he would protect and guide me. And then all of a sudden… they were gone. The foundation of my whole world left at once, and everything just fell apart.
I started understanding what was actually happening inside of me. Not just emotionally, but mentally and physically. And for the first time, I wasn’t just trying to survive it… I understood how the brain works and understood that grief exists to get us to restore connection with someone we lost. Once connection has been restored and a better directive has replaced it…grief dissolves.
My health is improving. I live in the present. I move with intention. I feel safe in my body, I smiss them, I feel them in my heart and carry them with me, just differently. I became a mom to my son Giovanni, and he changed everything for me. He reminds me every day how we’re actually meant to live…present, open, loving, curious. He’s my teacher in so many ways.
I filed for divorce because It is my responsibility to care of my parents’ daughter… and their grandson… I did it for them, and during the process this new milestone in my life didn’t feel like a minefield but more of a knowing they were with me.
For the first time in a long time, my house feels like a home. I feel lighter. I feel excited about life again. I don’t feel like an orphan anymore… I feel supported, connected, and honestly… light.
Even my relationships started to change. When I started understanding grief what it does to the brain, to people, to families, I stopped holding onto resentment. I let go of a lot of pain. And from that place, things started to shift. Relationships began to heal. A new foundation started forming.
