Finding The Pace
Over the past year, I started learning to stop pushing myself so hard. I used to think being strong meant always doing more, always moving faster, always holding it together. But forcing myself like that just left me drained, disconnected, and honestly… a little lost. I’m realising now that strength isn’t about never slowing down, it’s about knowing the limits, giving yourself space and moving in a way that doesn’t break you. I’ve been missing Allah in a quiet, constant way. Not dramatic or emotional, just… present. I could stay busy, meet people, fill my days, but there was always this subtle emptiness underneath. Slowing down made me notice it, and now I’m trying to reconnect in a way that actually feels right, not forced. Grief is still around too. It doesn’t go away, it just shifts shape. Some losses leave permanent marks. I miss people I thought would always stay, people who were close at one point. Life happens, people move on, that’s okay. I’m learning to accept it without b...
