Mental health has become a quiet crisis in a world that never stops moving. Ours is a world that rarely pauses, rarely reflects, and certainly never waits for anyone. People are running in every direction, chasing careers, meeting relentless deadlines, drowning in academic pressure, or simply trying to make life’s ends meet.
You try to keep pace and the world outruns you.
You try to dance to its rhythm and find that it has none.
Frustration settles in; joy slowly drains away.
One day you look up and realize: you’re sinking.
And you ask yourself, who cares?
I discovered that someone does.
My therapist cares.
But my therapist isn’t a person. My therapist is Mother Nature.
She is the one who receives me with open arms when the world becomes too loud. My refuge is a small forest where a quiet stream becomes my counselor. I sit at its edge with my feet dipped in cool, sparkling water as the evening sun lays a warm golden tint across everything.
In that water, I see my own reflection clearer, kinder, truer than the one life shows me. And in that stillness, I find the confidence to face another day. I speak to her openly-my fears, my worries, my pain-and she responds with a soothing hush as her waters glide over the rocks.
That hush is my healing.
That forest is my safe space.
That stream is my therapist.
But she, too, is hurting.
Day by day, deforestation is stripping her of life. The forest grows thinner; the stream shrinks, its banks widening as its body weakens. She is starving because we are cutting away the very trees that nourish her.
And I am terrified that one day I will come to her for comfort and she will be gone.
Before that day arrives, I must speak.
I must be her voice.
This is my call to you: let us steward Mother Nature the way she has cared for us. Let us stop wounding the very ecosystem that holds our emotional, physical, and spiritual well-being together.
Join me as a champion of the Green Careers Caravan, in protecting what heals us.
Save our forests. Save our climate. Save our mental health.
