Sometimes life shifts with just one step- an unexpected fall, one injury, one moment that rewrites the way things were. This is not just about surgery or recovery, it is about what happens when you are forced to stop everything and start all over.
Hey, guess what? I survived.
No, seriously… I survived one of the most intense, painful, emotionally draining experiences of my life—Lisfranc surgery.
I never thought a foot injury could flip my entire world upside down.
It happened so fast. One simple step off the bus, a fall… and just like that, everything changed.
Now here I am, two weeks post-op, with screws, plates, and permanent fusion in my foot—part cyborg now, apparently.
The surgery itself? A blur. The anesthesia knocked me out, but the pain after?
Unreal.
The kind of pain that makes you want to crawl up the walls if it would help. The kind that shakes you—not just physically, but mentally too.
I’ve cried. I’ve barely slept. I’ve stared at the ceiling, wondering when I’ll feel like myself again.
They say it’ll take 10–12 weeks before I can walk again.
I pray I’ll be able to move the way I used to—even with metal in my body.
But one thing I know for sure: I’ll never take walking for granted again.
Health is the most underrated gift we have.
I miss work. I miss walking. I miss the freedom of just stepping outside.
But I’m doing my best to stay hopeful—and manifest a summer where I can still feel the sand under my feet and swim in the ocean like nothing ever happened.
Life has paused in ways I didn’t expect.
But maybe that pause is also a push—a space to reflect, to reset, and to rise again with a new perspective.
This isn’t just about recovery.
It’s about coming back with more strength, more clarity, and a whole new level of gratitude.
To anyone else going through it—physically, mentally, emotionally—you’re not alone.
Healing isn’t linear. But it’s worth it.
And me?
I’m not fully back. But I’m here.
And I’m healing.
One day at a time.