Growing up, I carried the invisible scars of childhood trauma. The things I went through as a child shaped me in ways I didn’t understand for a long time. Anxiety became part of my daily life—it followed me everywhere, in the way I thought, in the way I worried, and even in how I saw myself. For years, I felt like I was stuck inside a cycle of fear and doubt, never quite able to breathe freely.
When I became a mother, those feelings didn’t magically disappear. In fact, being a mum of three sometimes made my anxiety heavier. I wanted to be strong for my children, but deep down, I still carried pain I hadn’t healed from. It was exhausting trying to be the best mother I could be while fighting battles inside my mind that no one could see.
Allah gave me strength I never knew I had. Both my husband and I are reverts(he was a Sikh before finding Islam), and the peace of faith entered our lives at a time when we needed it most. Islam gave me something I had never truly experienced before: clarity, hope, and a sense that my struggles were not meaningless. Knowing that Allah is always there for me, listening to my duas, and guiding me through difficult moments gave me the strength I didn’t think I had.
Still, healing wasn’t instant. Faith doesn’t erase trauma overnight—it’s a journey. I realised that part of trusting Allah also meant accepting that I needed help. That’s when I took the step to talk about my mental health and start medication. I began taking sertraline, and while it hasn’t been without side effects, it has been a lifeline. It’s helped clear the fog in my mind and given me the stability I needed to focus on healing, my family, and my deen. Now, with the support of my caring husband—who understands so much because he too walked the path of reversion—and the laughter and love of my children, I can see how far I’ve come. Anxiety still visits me, but it no longer controls me. My past trauma doesn’t define who I am or the future of my family.
Islam, asking for help, and learning to accept support from both medical treatment and the people who love me have all been part of my healing journey. I’m still learning, still growing, but I can finally say I feel hopeful about life.
If you’re reading this and you’ve been through trauma or struggle with anxiety, I want you to know that healing is possible. You are not weak for asking for help. Faith, patience, and support can open doors you never thought possible.
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