My Zoloft (Sertraline) helps me stay balanced with Bipolar Disorder, Obsessive Compulsive Disorder and panic/anxiety. Mental health medication isn’t something to be ashamed of, it’s healthcare. It’s self-care. If meds help you live, function, and breathe easier, that’s strength.
Medication is part of how I survive and thrive. I’m not ashamed of that. It’s okay to need medication to support your mental health. You’re still strong. It’s incredibly courageous facing your mental health.
I’m right here with you.
P.S. ✨️ Oh, next time anyone thinks about pill shaming someone, don’t. ✨️
This season sat me down and humbled me in ways I didn’t see coming. My season of humility and of alignment. 🩷
It stripped me of ego, status, illusions, and patterns that no longer aligned with who I’m becoming. This was my season where I took accountability for my choices, faced my shortcomings without excuses, and learned that alignment sometimes feels like loss before it feels like peace.
God did not allow this to punish me but to realign me with my values, goals and principles. To show me how powerful and costly mishandling free will can be. I owned my mistakes, released what wasn’t meant for me, and learned that growth requires accountability, not denial. Or delusion.
I’m no longer chasing what looks good or feels easy, I’m choosing what feels aligned. Humbly and with purpose.
This season taught me that I’m not bigger than the program, no matter how much value I hold.
2025 hurt. 🥹 Deeply. Loss stacked upon loss, mistakes met consequences, silence replaced closure. But this year also taught me how to sit with myself, own my story, accept responsibility, be more self-aware and to never let this world turn me cold.
✨️ The silver lining of 2025: finally gaining my mental stability. I am the strongest I’ve ever been mentally. Mental well-being. Mental clarity. Mental sharpness. It’s priceless.
God’s word declares:
🙌🏼 We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed. -2 Corinthians 4:8-9 NIV
With humility and hope,
Sonique Louise 🩷 Founder, Sonique Louise Foundation
No one is coming to save you, Jesus already did that. Healing is your responsibility. Let hope hold your hand while you save yourself. Be your own hero. 🩷
Cheers to the warriors who continue to live and fight like hell through the depression, devastation, and destruction. Year by year. Month by month. Moment by moment.
DID YOU KNOW? I hid my mental health struggles for YEARS. Hiding my mental instability ultimately only did me and those around me a disservice.
In this sense, don’t be like me.
Help is available. Seek it. Please.
You are not alone. Never have been. Never will be. 🤍
“I am sorry that the world wasn’t always kind to your heart. I am sorry that you placed your tenderness into the hands of those who could not hold it, that you gave so much of yourself to people who made you feel like you were difficult to love, that you gave so much of your hope to human beings who made you feel like you had to apologize for the way you cared. I am sorry that you experienced certain things at the hands of love that caused you to stop believing in its kindness. I am sorry that you loved human beings who did not love themselves and that you loved human beings who did not leave softly. I am sorry that love wasn’t always your safe place, I am sorry that love wasn’t always compassionate, wasn’t always light.
I am sorry that the world sometimes failed to protect your soul. That the Universe sent you certain human beings who were hurt, and in turn, they hurt you. I am sorry that you had to carry all of that weight inside of yourself. I am sorry for the things you had to endure, for the ways in which the world cracked loss into your life, for the ways in which it met you with things you were not prepared for, circumstances your hope could not weather. I am sorry that you had to heal a heart you did not break. I am sorry that you had to do it alone.
I am sorry that the world wasn’t always kind to you. I am sorry. But I am proud of you for being here. I am proud of you for trying to heal in the flood of all that felt unfair and cruel. I am proud of you for continuing to stay soft in a world that sometimes favors distance over depth, that sometimes fails to connect. I am proud of you for the person you were, for the person you became, for the way you dug yourself out of the dark, for the way you pushed through the hurt. I am proud of you for your hope. I am proud of you for your belief in the goodness, for the way you focused on it when so many aspects of your life tried to convince you that it did not exist. I am proud of you for choosing to heal. I am proud of you. You deserved a kinder goodbye. You did not deserve what happened to you. And yet — here you are. Here you are.” 🤍
