Woman Faal

Woman Faal Writer | Mentor | Mental health advocate |
Dedicated to mental health advocacy, mentorship, and personal development. Through Musu Mentors, I empower

As the founder of Psyched The Gambia, I work to promote mental well-being through education and support.

I became the professional I dreamed of. The mentor I once needed. The woman I prayed to grow into.I earned my bachelor’s...
03/07/2025

I became the professional I dreamed of. The mentor I once needed. The woman I prayed to grow into.

I earned my bachelor’s degree — not just a certificate, but a testament to discipline, sacrifice, and vision. I did it while raising babies, grieving loss, healing heartbreak.

My 20s were not easy — but they were divine.

I fell. I rose. I stretched into strength I didn’t know I had.

Tomorrow, I turn 30 — not just older, but wiser. Fuller. Ready.

Day 7 of 7.

02/07/2025

At 28, I loved again — but this time, it felt different.

Not like a rescue, not like a fantasy. But a partnership. A safe space.

The kind of love that sees your scars and still reaches for your hand.

I didn’t think my heart had room left. But love always makes room.

Day 6 of 7.

Somewhere between heartbreak and healing, I found my voice. I found my fire.I stopped shrinking. I stopped apologizing.C...
01/07/2025

Somewhere between heartbreak and healing, I found my voice. I found my fire.

I stopped shrinking. I stopped apologizing.

Confidence didn’t arrive all at once — it bloomed slowly. Through silent prayers, soft “no”s, bold “yes”es, and moments where I chose me.

This version of me? She’s rooted.

Day 5 of 7.

I was 27 when death touched the part of my heart that knew deep, soulful love.The man I once called home, gone too soon....
30/06/2025

I was 27 when death touched the part of my heart that knew deep, soulful love.

The man I once called home, gone too soon. That kind of loss doesn’t just break you — it remakes you.

I carry his memory quietly, gently. Love doesn’t die. It just finds a softer place to rest.

Day 4 of 7.

At 23 and 25, I gave birth to love in its purest form. My sons. My lifelines.Motherhood didn’t come with a manual, just ...
29/06/2025

At 23 and 25, I gave birth to love in its purest form. My sons. My lifelines.

Motherhood didn’t come with a manual, just moments — messy, magical, and miraculous.

They’ve grown, and so have I. Not just into a mother, but into a protector, a provider, and a nurturer of dreams — both theirs and mine.

Day 3 of 7.

My 20s taught me that love isn’t always forever — but growth always is. I walked down the aisle twice. I also walked awa...
28/06/2025

My 20s taught me that love isn’t always forever — but growth always is. I walked down the aisle twice. I also walked away… twice.

Divorce didn’t break me. It refined me. It peeled back the illusions so I could meet myself with honesty.

I didn’t lose. I learned. I became.

Day 2 of 7.

I stepped into my 20s wrapped in faith, my hijab tied not just to my head but to my heart. I didn’t know what was ahead,...
27/06/2025

I stepped into my 20s wrapped in faith, my hijab tied not just to my head but to my heart. I didn’t know what was ahead, but I knew I wanted closeness to Allah and to walk through life with intention.

The world would shift, shake, and test me — but this foundation? It stayed.

Here’s to where it all began. Day 1 of 7.

13/05/2025

food for thought.

Sometimes I sit back and wonder how many of us are silently carrying the weight of our families, our gender roles, and s...
13/05/2025

Sometimes I sit back and wonder how many of us are silently carrying the weight of our families, our gender roles, and society's expectations — all while trying to smile through it.

I grew up watching strength that didn’t speak. Women who were expected to carry it all, without complaint. Men who were told emotions were weakness. And in all of it, no one talked about mental health.

We normalize suffering in silence.

But let me be honest — being strong all the time is exhausting.
Being the “reliable one” is heavy.
Being the “good daughter,” the “present mom,” the “hardworking woman,” the “emotionally stable friend” — it can take a toll.

I’ve had moments where I felt like I was failing simply because I needed rest. Needed help. Needed a break.
But you know what I’ve learned?

Needing help doesn’t make you weak. Speaking up doesn’t make you ungrateful.

Mental health matters in our homes, too.
Let’s unlearn the silence.
Let’s normalize asking: “Are you okay — really?”
Let’s teach our boys it’s okay to cry.
Let’s remind our girls they are more than what they give.

This healing journey isn’t easy, but it’s necessary.
And I’m walking it — loudly, openly, and unapologetically.

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🌿 May is Mental Health Awareness Month 🌿Let’s talk about the one place we often avoid talking about mental health: the w...
07/05/2025

🌿 May is Mental Health Awareness Month 🌿
Let’s talk about the one place we often avoid talking about mental health: the workplace.

The pressure to “keep it together,” meet deadlines, attend endless meetings, and stay “professional” often comes at the expense of our emotional and mental well-being.

✨ But here’s the truth:
You can be ambitious and overwhelmed.
You can love your job and still feel burnt out.
You can show up every day and still need a break.

This month, I want to normalize conversations about stress, burnout, anxiety, and toxic work environments. I’ve been there. I see you. And I believe you don’t have to sacrifice your mental health to succeed professionally.

Let’s advocate for workplaces that are not only productive — but also compassionate, supportive, and human.

💬 What has your experience with mental health at work been like? Let’s talk.

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