My dearest #MentalMonday♥️🧠reader, it’s been a minute. And as I let my fingers dance on the keyboard, for the very first blog this year, am unsure whether to start by wishing you a splendid 2025, or rather just switch to asking how the nearly over first half of the year has been. Am also tempted to say hope you had a fabulous Eid al-Fitr celebration, but then again, am a little late, aren’t I? hence, I will just ask the question that knows no season, how have you been? Physically, emotionally, mentally, and spiritually? Life tends to be a roller coaster of events, how have you maneuvered around? Are you still holding tight and finding yourself secure in the seat?
And with all this said and the pressures of a new year, the need to accomplish something by a certain age, that has possibly arrived, or will soon arrive may have us drowning or falling in an abyss of misery. But alas, this sabbatical that I took from blogging taught me a thing or two that I will share with you, dear reader, today; the importance of sleeping during a storm!!
Now in the heart of a raging tempest, where winds howl like ancient spirits and rain dances upon the earth, there lies an invitation—a gentle whisper urging us to surrender, to embrace the sanctuary of rest. Just as the delicate butterfly retreats to shelter, folding its fragile wings in quietude, so too must we seek solace amidst the chaos. Imagine the storm as a symphony, each drop of rain a note that resonates deep within your soul. Allow its rhythm to lull you into a state of tranquility, where thoughts soften and worries dissolve like mist in the morning sun. In this sacred pause, we find our true selves, wrapped in the cocoon of rejuvenation.
Rest is not merely a pause; it is an act of defiance against the relentless demands of the world. It is the stillness that nurtures growth, the silence that cultivates clarity. Just as the butterfly knows the importance of shelter to protect its wings, we too must honor our need for rest. In this sacred space, we mend the frayed edges of our emotional landscape, weaving threads of peace into the fabric of our lives. Mental health, like a delicate garden, flourishes in the nurturing embrace of care. When storms of anxiety and stress threaten to uproot our serenity, we must retreat, tend to our minds, and cultivate calm. Each moment of rest is an opportunity to reflect, to process the tumult within, and to emerge stronger.
Close your eyes and breathe deeply. Feel the weight of the storm as it washes over you, a cleansing tide that clears the clutter of the mind. In this moment, you are safe. You are whole. Like the butterfly beneath the storm’s embrace, you are cradled in the arms of the universe, reminding you that even in the fiercest tempests, there is beauty in stillness. As the storm rages outside, let it serve as a reminder that rest is not just a luxury; it is a necessity for mental and emotional well-being. It is in these moments of quiet that we gather strength, that we prepare to emerge anew, wings unfurled, ready to dance in the sunlight once more.
So, dear soul, dear mind, as the winds of life howl and life’s problems rain a heavy downpour, allow yourself to drift into the gentle embrace of sleep. Allow the storm to be your lullaby, a reminder that even in the darkest of nights, rest is the light that guides us to dawn. When the pressures of life threaten to strangle you, when expectations are not being met and when you feel you are running behind your peers, rest in the storm, embrace the stillness, nurture your mind, and let your spirit take flight, remembering YOU matter, and selfcare has never been a luxury because#Mentalhealthmatters♥️🧠
Because#Mentalhealthmatters❤🧠 