Postpartum depression is so much more than the baby blues. For me, it showed up as sleepless nights, body image struggles, and an exhaustion that felt heavier than sadness itself. I share my honest journey, the colic, the freezer meals, the guilt, and the quiet victories because no mother should feel alone in this. Healing isn’t about snapping back, it’s about finding your own rhythm, your faith, and the support that helps you feel whole again.

My past trauma didn’t just weigh on my heart, it disrupted my health, showing up as chronic stress, fatigue, and physical tension. Through Islam, I began to approach challenges in a way that eased both my mind and my body, allowing me to regulate stress more naturally. When old memories surface, I remind myself: “Allah does not burden a soul beyond that it can bear.” (Qur’an 2:286). That reminder strengthens not only my spirit but also supports my overall well-being by calming the stress that once consumed me.

After years of numbing my mental and physical health struggles with medication, I knew I needed a different path… one that offered true healing, not just symptom management. Quarantine during COVID became the turning point, pushing me toward natural medicine, holistic wellness, and eventually, Islam. It brought me a peace I hadn’t felt in years and opened the door to a wonderful transformation.