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Once upon a time, I couldn’t even recognize myself.
My self-esteem? Down the hill.
Courage and confidence? Zero.
I started slipping into a victim mentality—something I’ve always hated.
It was hard. Journaling helped… but it wasn’t enough.
There was so much to unpack.
Because truly, the outer world reflects the inner self.
The fruit is what it is… because of the seed.
Then came therapy, and it turned out to be the most amazing part of my year.
Oooh, I cried.
I cried severally.
Because the body truly keeps the score.
But slowly… we began to laugh through it.
To breathe through it.
To grow through it.
Some of my assignments during therapy led me back to the lives of the Prophets and the Sahabas, and I was reminded of strength, struggle, and surrender.
I remember telling my friend I was in therapy, and she laughed so hard.
But one day, she came around and said:
“It’s good to have you back in your full element.”
She’s even waiting for more of me to unfold.
(Same person wey laugh me oh 😅)
My therapy sessions may be over now…
But every Sunday, I still long for that space.
Things I fought myself to forget became easy to let go.
Relationships I thought I was over with, I now embrace again—
but from a place of awareness and boundaries.
Because the clarity that comes from healing remains unmatched.
She spoke to me about low, moderate, and high-maintenance relationships.
How the best shade of blue can never be the cup of tea of someone whose favorite color is green.
Our sessions were more like Seerah classes and Tadabbur sessions.
She spoke about my unique intelligence…
Awwwnnn ❤️
Then again, she reminded me that life is a journey, and if I ever find myself overwhelmed again, I shouldn’t forget to nurture my soul.
Therapy might be expensive, but healing isn’t.
The Qur’an is free to air.
Low-key missing therapy.
It was hard to say goodbye as she showered me with so much du‘ā’.
When I decided to book a session, I was scared and skeptical initially.
I mean, I had tried talking to people before then, but nobody really understood me.
Deep down, I felt this was probably going to be the same experience again,
but I still decided to try one more time.
And by the will of Allah, the counselor was an answered prayer.
She was more than a counselor.
She was a sister, a confidant, and one of the few people who didn’t think I was crazy.
From the very first day, she made me feel safe with her.
She didn’t judge me.
Instead, she carved out a pathway for me.
And she didn’t just carve it—she walked with me.
She was a great listener and knew how to gently get me to speak out and express myself,
even when I didn’t want to.
She supported me emotionally and also provided necessary materials along the way.
By the end of our sessions, I gained clarity,
felt a strange but calming sense of peace within me,
and knew how to navigate the challenge I was facing.
I am deeply grateful to Allah for allowing me to have an encounter with her.
I truly appreciate her support and expertise.
It was exactly what I needed.
I pray that Allah never leaves her to her own affairs as well.