Take me back to the moment that reshaped my existence.

The moment my life took a sharp turn, and I left behind the person I used to be. Take me back to the place where my world was upended, and my journey began. It’s the place where I faced my darkest demons, and my CRPS started. Yet, it’s also the place where I discovered my resilience, and learned to thrive in a new reality. I realized that even though I could no longer do what I love, I could still make a meaningful impact in other ways.

Despite CRPS and the challenges that lay ahead, I remain unbroken. I believe that every experience, no matter how difficult, has a purpose. For me, that purpose is to use my voice to raise awareness about CRPS and advocate for those living with it and their caregivers.

We need to help everyone involved with this.

The day of my diagnosis is a memory that stays with me, especially because it happened to have fallen on the 4th Anniversary of my Grandfather’s passing.

When I think back to my doctor’s words to my mom and me: ‘it’s going to take a team to help with this.’ And indeed, it has taken a team to navigate this journey.

My journey wouldn’t have been possible without my mom’s unwavering support and the expertise of my medical team. But what really made the difference was the dedication and perseverance of my physical therapists. They were always there to encourage me, even on the most challenging days. I’m deeply thankful for their impact on my life, and I consider them to be like a second family.

I feel incredibly thankful for all the people who’ve helped me along the way, through the good times and the bad. I’m aware of how lucky I am to have had a positive result when many others haven’t.

That’s something I’ll always remember!