Throughout treatment, I made a radical choice: to speak positively to myself every moment. Drinking water, eating food, receiving chemotherapy, walking in the park — I told myself, “This is healing me.” That mantra became my heartbeat.

I imagined walking through a tunnel of burning stones with light at the end. Each step was painful, but every stride brought me closer to the light. After five months of intensive treatment, I emerged cured.

Healing was not only physical. Rooted in the Sufi tradition, I believed my illness carried a message — a call to awaken. I asked myself: “Why did I become sick? What am I meant to learn?” That question ignited a journey of transformation. I immersed myself in trainings, retreats, therapy, and coaching. Guided by wise teachers and my master, I learned to connect with my soul, recognize my emotions, and regulate my thoughts, fears, and beliefs. Every tool I first applied to myself — and continue to do so today.