I never thought I’d become a counsellor.
Honestly, I didn’t even know that psychology or counselling would be a part of my story. And yet here I am offering support and therapy to people carrying their own traumas while holding space for mine.
What most people don’t realize is that even a healer needs healing.
The Truth I Wasn’t Prepared For
I had unresolved wounds; hidden traumas from a troubled childhood, from people taking advantage of my goodness, and from silent pain I never allowed myself to acknowledge.
But what broke me the most wasn’t just the emotional burden. It was my health. It was physical pain.
In mid-2021, I was diagnosed with an early-stage ovarian cancer.
Thankfully, I’m cancer-free now, but the process wasn’t easy. I underwent an unilateral salpingo-oophorectomy, and while it removed the cancer, it left behind a storm of complications. My physical body started crumbling.
Pain Has Layers
Post-surgery, my health spiraled and I developed:
Endometriosis
Adenomyosis
Hormonal imbalance
High prolactin and thyroid levels
Nerve and muscle pain
Back and cervical pain
And yet, what people often say is:
“If you’re mentally strong, you can handle anything.”
I tried to be strong mentally, emotionally, and financially.
But when physical pain strikes and drains you completely even the strongest spirit can shatter.
And so I did too. I broke. Piece by piece.
Even picking up the smallest shard of myself felt like holding glass that cuts deeper each time.
Even a Psychologist Needs Therapy
Yes, I’m a counsellor.
But that doesn’t make me invincible.
Yes, I understand the human mind.
But that doesn’t mean I don’t need help too.
I had to remind myself and others that being a healer doesn’t mean I stop being human.
I forgot that I, too, have emotions.
I, too, need boundaries.
I, too, need care.
Somewhere in the journey of helping others, I forgot that my emotions needed tending to as well.
From Darkness to Discovery
Despite the chaos from my parents’ failing marriage, death to strained sibling, cousin or in general relationships, to financial stress; I discovered something else:
My professional journey was guiding my personal growth and I’ve learned to respect every chapter of my journey.
In the darkest moments, I had thoughts I never imagined I would. But somewhere, deep inside, the lively, smiling girl in me still lived. She just needed to be seen again.
And I’ve come to realize that even when I wanted to give up, that strong girl inside me never left. She was just waiting for me to come back home.
Where I Am Today
No, I didn’t choose this profession. It chose me.
And now, I can’t imagine undoing it.
All I wish now is to:
Offer help,
Offer hope, and
Offer healing
To whoever needs it.
Through my website, I provide:
-Various Counselling and Therapeutic Sessions
-Various Educational and Coaching Courses
And so many more services, all available worldwide.
Final Thoughts
And lastly, I’m simply grateful. To God. To the Universe. To Allah.
For holding me when I couldn’t hold myself.
If I’m still alive, I owe it to life to make it beautiful not just for me, but for those around me.
Until next time, Farha
