I am thrilled about procuring a self-hosted blog at last! A dream I’ve been rearing since quite some time now. Alhamdulilah for people who Allah sends your way for your ardent prayers to come true. It’s amazing when you meet women on social media platforms who reach out and willingly lend help. I feel that’s the true definition of strong and sensible idioms like ‘real queens fix each other’s crowns’ or ‘community over competition’. Alhamdulilah for it all!
A shift in perspective these days has brought changes in me. I remember when a year into my marriage and Little Man was born. My mind, emotions and thoughts were in a havoc at that time. There I was, barely being able to handle my shaky skills as a homemaker and looking after my baby, in addition. Resentment is all that I remember clouding my heart till the time Darling came along. Until then, I was gliding through life, trying to grope for some control but failing miserably.
As things fell into place and I came across other people’s experiences through reading blogs, talking and researching, it began to dawn on me that I may be suffering from depression. Of course, I couldn’t determine the intensity but more self-diagnosis led me to understand that my decisions and choices (or lack of them) were determining my life’s route and that was even more worrisome. Because I was drifting, living along with all the pain, never stopping to think once that perhaps there is a way out.
It’s true when they say that depression hurts everyone and not just the person suffering. Good emotional being is as important as a healthy body and interactive strengths. Admittedly, there are days even today when I feel dreary. And as I look back, I can’t help but reflect how uneasy it would have been for people who love me but didn’t know where in my mind I was. Eventually, I turned to religion for help and healing and, by Allah’s Grace, find myself in a better place today. I have penned my revert story here on my blog previously. You can give it a read and see if it inspires you ❤
Today, as I have settled in as a mum of three, I am trying to learn to live mindfully and not just cruise through days. Instead of rushing to get things done, being in a state of urgency and feeling discontent in the mind, I am learning to take pleasure in creating simple but happy memories with my boys. I am also learning to not fret over pleasing others but instead focusing on spending my love and energy on people who matter and love me back unconditionally.
My goal is to treat my home and family like a sanctuary. Organising, managing meals, making the house look clean and beautiful, ensuring that my kids and husband are well taken care of – all of these are things that matter to me and which I want to do well. But, now I intend doing it in a way that is conscientious, mindful and is not drawn by random impulses. In other words, I aim to revere in committing to my domestic sphere, making it a purpose of my life. Without cutting corners or rushing. Taking tasks at hand one at a time and finding delight in completing them. In the end, also enjoying the remnants of my days in a fulfulling way.
Concluding here with a beautiful quote by Jani Ortlund that I read sometime ago,
“I believe that a godly home is a foretaste of heaven. Our homes, imperfect as they are, must be a haven from the chaos outside. They should be a reflection of our eternal home, where troubled souls find peace, weary hearts find rest, hungry bodies find refreshment, lonely pilgrims find communion, and wounded spirits find compassion.”
I’ve decided to participate in an ongoing blogging challenge called #SuperBloggerChallenge2018. I’m tagging this post as my first entry into the venture. The topic being ‘Mental Health’.
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