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Happy Birthday To Me......
Lots of lessons learnt, and a lot more to go.
Thankful for everything, Alhamdulillah....
A short line prepared by me.👇👇👇
Looking for the stars in the sky, couldn't find one, looked in the mirror, found one
Assalamu Alaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh,
Seeking knowledge is a beautiful journey, and our faith deeply values the peace, resilience, and health of our minds and hearts.
As a psychologist, I wanted to open up this dedicated space for anyone looking for guidance or perspective.
Whether you have questions regarding:
Islamic perspectives on mental health and emotional well-being
Navigating life's challenges, anxiety, stress, or relationship dynamics
Personal development, healing, and strengthening your faith
No question is too small, too simple, or too sensitive. We are all here to learn, support one another, and heal together in a safe space.
📥 How to ask:
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May Allah grant us all peace of mind, beneficial knowledge, and deep understanding. Looking forward to connecting with you all! 🤲✨
Dr Muhammad
Reality is too heavy, i rent illusions and call it happiness.
Tonight, even the watch sounded too loud.
It sat more than a meter away from me, untouched, ordinary, doing what watches have always done — ticking quietly into the night. But my brain heard every second of it like it was being amplified directly into my skull.
Tick.
Tick.
Tick.
The room itself was silent enough to make the sound feel unnatural. And somehow, the more I noticed it, the louder it became. My mind locked onto the rhythm immediately, treating it less like background noise and more like something urgent that needed to be understood.
I tried ignoring it.
I scrolled through my phone, changed positions, closed my eyes for a moment. But the ticking followed me through every attempt at distraction, cutting through the silence with mechanical precision. My brain had become painfully sensitive to everything tonight — every sound, every thought, every emotion arriving sharper than it should have.
And that was the exhausting part.
Not the watch itself.
Not the sound.
But the way my mind refused to let small things stay small.
The ticking became a reminder of how awake I was. How alert. How overwhelmed. My nervous system felt stretched too tightly, reacting to harmless things as if they carried meaning deeper than they really did.
So I lay there listening to time pass one second at a time, wondering why loneliness always seemed to sharpen the edges of the world around me.
Tick.
Tick.
Tick.
Maybe the watch had always sounded like this.
Maybe tonight, my mind was simply too loud and too sensitive to let the world stay quiet.
Tonight, my brain would not stay quiet.
The loneliness was already there, sitting heavily in my chest, but the real chaos came from my mind. It kept moving, talking, replaying things I never asked to remember. Thoughts piled on top of each other so fast I could barely tell which ones were real worries and which ones were just exhaustion wearing different masks.
And somewhere in all that noise, my brain kept calling my name.
Not out loud.
Not like a voice in the room.
More like my own mind pulling at me over and over again, demanding attention every second I tried to escape it.
It was terrifying in the quietest way possible.
I tried distracting myself. I opened apps without reading anything. Played songs without hearing them. Stared at the ceiling like it owed me answers. But the thoughts followed me everywhere, loud and restless, turning the night into something heavier than it should’ve been.
The strange part was how invisible it all looked from the outside.
Anyone seeing me would probably think I was just tired. Meanwhile inside my head, it felt like every emotion I had ignored for too long suddenly woke up at once and started speaking over each other.
I didn’t know what to do with the feeling.
I didn’t know how to calm a brain that seemed determined to exhaust itself.
So eventually, I stopped trying to “solve” the night.
I just sat there breathing quietly, reminding myself that thoughts are still thoughts — even when they arrive screaming. That loneliness can feel permanent without actually being permanent. That maybe my mind was not trying to destroy me, just desperately trying to be heard.
And for the first time that night, I treated myself less like a problem to fix…
and more like a person trying very hard to survive their own mind.
I hope people don't d!e with excessive loranzapine. I hope I can wake up tomorrow.
What’s something you learned the hard way?
I feel like I’m at such a weird stage in my life because I don’t feel my age (37). I don’t look my age either… (most ppl say 27) but I just feel like everyone is too young or too old for me. lol 😂 Emotionally I feel like a teenager tbh. I’m thinking because I was so mature as a child and teen I never got to just be a kid.. also had strict parents … then in my 20s I was so busy working, and not knowing I was Auhd.. then I had my child in my early 30s. I feel like I never emotionally recovered. 🫠 then the thought of marriage with another person is scary… because what if they cause more harm. Sometimes I feel like the risk isn’t worth it. Maybe it’s better to be alone than giving marriage a chance. I really would love the idea of a man who models the prophet Mohammed pbuh character and love he had for his family … but I have yet to meet such a person. Everyone just wants a wife but I don’t think they want to be a husband.