After writing my goals for 2025, I decided to watch a video on abundance and reaching my potential by a muslimah creator. Suddenly, the video triggered me. It was about how everything you want in life can be achieved and how there’s no such thing as luck. The people who seem “lucky” and get everything they want are actually putting themselves out there. They’re praying to Allah, setting intentions in their hearts, and doing whatever is necessary to achieve their dreams.
The video emphasized that the more you expand yourself and take risks, the more opportunities will come your way. According to it, opportunities are luck, and luck isn’t coincidental. It’s directly tied to how much you expose yourself to possibilities. It said abundance exists unconditionally, Allah doesn’t limit blessings to specific people. The key is not to limit yourself. You’re supposed to act as if you already have what you’re striving for, to live like your dreams are already reality.
This message triggered me deeply. I struggle with mental health issues, and this year I’ve felt an intense urge to get my life together. I’ve been trying since 2020, yet I keep getting rejected and not getting therapy. Every single day, I grieve the life I could have had. I constantly wonder: if I had received the help I desperately needed, what would my life look like now? Would I be scattered like this? I don’t have a job. I’m 22 and feel like I’m wasting my life.
I feel like I’m limiting myself, but I don’t know if it’s me or if Allah is limiting me. My mental health creates such a barrier. Yesterday, I panicked because I applied for a refresher physics course that involves group work. My severe debilitating social anxiety makes me want to run away from it. It’s not something I can “easily overcome” just by exposing myself to social situations. I do that regularly, and every time I’m in a social setting, I freeze. My brain shuts down. I forget how to speak. No preparation, deep breathing, or grounding techniques help when my mind simply stops working.
I’m exhausted from carrying this burden on my own. That’s why I’ve been considering medication, but even that has been a battle. Back in August, I tried to get help, but my doctor told me I’d need to go through a process. Fill out paperwork, contact certain people, get another referral. I feel like I’m never winning. I have to advocate for myself constantly, but I’m at my breaking point. The only way I see myself moving forward is with medication because I genuinely can’t do this alone anymore.
This sense of being stuck is eating at me. I feel like Allah gives me dreams and inspirations only for them to wither away. It’s triggering me on so many levels, and I’m angry at Allah for giving me dreams without the means to achieve them. My debilitating mental health makes achieving anything feel impossible. I can barely feed myself because even that feels daunting. I’m always in survival mode. How can I live my life when I’m stuck like this? When I try to get help, I’m pushed back ten steps. Do you see the complexity of this?
Talks about abundance and mindset just make me feel like it’s all my fault. Like I’m the one holding myself back because I’m not putting myself out there. But I have been. In 2023, I went to school every day. I forced myself to make small talk with classmates, joined group projects, attended lab classes, and even joined a gym class. None of it helped. My social anxiety didn’t improve. If anything, it got worse. I stuttered more, my mind froze more often, and I just spiraled deeper. That’s why I’ve resorted to wanting medication, because doing it on my own clearly isn’t working.
I feel so stuck. I can’t tell if Allah is limiting me or if I’m limiting myself. Sometimes, it feels like I’m being mocked, being put in these situations only to fail. People tell me to trust Allah’s plan or to believe in abundance, but my entire life feels like the opposite of that. Every time I try to take a step forward, I’m dragged back.
I keep thinking about when I first sought help at 17. Could all of this have been prevented if I’d gotten help back then? I could have graduated high school early, maybe even university. At 22, I should be graduated by now, but I’m still in my second year because I keep dropping classes, especially ones with labs. My social anxiety makes it impossible to attend them. I’m losing my mind. The more I postpone classes, the longer I stay in university, and it feels like an endless cycle.
At this point, I don’t even care about good deeds or long term rewards. Every day feels like acid being poured on my skin. What do these people who are blessed by Allah have that I don’t? Why am I not worthy of that? Why is my life like this?