“I wasn`t supposed to be my own savior. I was just supposed to survive the night.”
Five years ago, a hard car crash rewrote my entire future in a split second. I found myself in a reality defined by pain, uncertainty and a medical file that looked more like a structural engineering project, than a human life.
Since then, I have suffered more than 15 surgeries, coordinated my treatments (some of them across borders) and managed a recovery process that most people couldn`t imagine. But there is a part they don`t tell you in hospital brochures: the world doesn`t stop for your healing.
While my body was being reconstructed piece by piece, I was still a mother to a toddler, a caretaker for two dogs, a wife and a professional holding onto my career. There weren`t many assistants. I was the patient, the nurse, the logistic manager and the breadwinner – all at once.
Why I`m breaking the silence:
I`m writing this blog, because navigating “the new normal” is lonely, even surrounded by people. I talk about the things others whisper about: the exhausting logistics of seeking surgery abroad, the mental grit required to stay sane and the invisible battles, like living with incontinence in a high-functioning world.
If you are tired of “toxic positivity” and want to know how to actually manage a life that has been shattered and glued back together, you are in the right place.
Welcome to Project: Life. How to keep your mind and smile, when it`s the only healthy thing left in your broken body.
Start Reading Here: Chapter 1: The Beginning