What happens when the healer finds themselves in need of healing?
Where does one, whose heart bears the imprints of countless others seeking solace, discover gentle spaces of retreat?
Just a few days ago, a health scare hit me hard and fast, shaking me to my core. I am fine, alhamdulillah, but the entire episode has shaken me to my core. As I lay in that hospital bed, the reality of life's fragility hit me. Helping others has defined my life—it's second nature. Being a reliable and supportive figure, especially as the Village Auntie, is more than a label; it's a mission that fulfills me.
But I have to wonder: has my natural instinct to assist become a threat to my own well-being? By carrying the burdens of others, have I unintentionally weakened my own defenses? How can I help others while also finding places that nurture me instead of draining me?
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