Mental health

If my wife stabbed me, I'd thrust myself deeper into the blade just to be a few inches closer to her but that's just me idk.

I BECAME A WARRIOR WHEN I TURNED TOWARDS MYSELF

Once, I ran from fear
so fear controlled me.
Until I learned to hold fear like a newborn.
Listen to it, but not give in.
Honour it, but not worship it.
Fear could not stop me anymore.
I walked with courage into the storm.
I still have fear,
but it does not have me.

Once, I was ashamed of who I was.
I invited shame into my heart.
I let it burn.
It told me, "I am only trying
to protect your vulnerability".
I thanked shame dearly,
and stepped into life anyway,
unashamed, with shame as a lover.

Once, I had great sadness
buried deep inside.
I invited it to come out and play.
I wept oceans. My tear ducts ran dry.
And I found joy right there.
Right at the core of my sorrow.
It was heartbreak that taught me how to love.

Once, I had anxiety.
A mind that wouldn't stop.
Thoughts that wouldn't be silent.
So I stopped trying to silence them.
And I dropped out of the mind,
and into the Earth.
Into the mud.
Where I was held strong
like a tree, unshakeable, safe.

Once, anger burned in the depths.
I called anger into the light of myself.
I felt its shocking power.
I let my heart pound and my blood boil.
Listened to it, finally.
And it screamed, "Respect yourself fiercely now!".
"Speak your truth with passion!".
"Say no when you mean no!".
"Walk your path with courage!".
"Let no one speak for you!"
Anger became an honest friend.
A truthful guide.
A beautiful wild child.

Once, loneliness cut deep.
I tried to distract and numb myself.
Ran to people and places and things.
Even pretended I was "happy".
But soon I could not run anymore.
And I tumbled into the heart of loneliness.
And I died and was reborn
into an exquisite solitude and stillness.
That connected me to all things.
So I was not lonely, but alone with All Life.
My heart One with all other hearts.

Once, I ran from difficult feelings.
Now, they are my advisors, confidants, friends,
and they all have a home in me,
and they all belong and have dignity.
I am sensitive, soft, fragile,
my arms wrapped around all my inner children.
And in my sensitivity, power.
In my fragility, an unshakeable Presence.

In the depths of my wounds,
in what I had named “darkness”,
I found a blazing Light
that guides me now in battle.

I became a warrior
when I turned towards myself.

And started listening 🍀✨️

Pay close attention to the people you glow around and the people who dim your light, it makes a huge difference.

If only this pain would go away 💔💔😪😪😪

If you love me. Love only me, don’t play game with me.

We grow old to loose our beauty then wonder how nature has being able to keep her's.
Alhamdulillah 🤍

Bismillah 😊
For those who needs to know/ learn & understand

But those has Nothing Good to say😁
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Trials are not punishment — they are proof of Allah’s love. He does not test us to break us; He tests us to shape us.

Like gold refined by fire, hardship burns away pride, impatience, and weakness. It reveals what truly matters — our trust, our patience, our turning back to Him. Every difficulty is His gentle hand, polishing us, strengthening our hearts, and making us kinder, humbler, and closer to Him.

He knows what we need to become better people — stronger in faith, softer in heart, truer in character. So when the road is hard, remember: Allah is not just watching. He is molding you. And what He is making is far more beautiful than what was.

His love is not always in the easy days. It is in the strength He gives you to walk through the hard ones.

Sometimes I disappear, not because I don’t care, but because I’m trying to put my heart back together.