I thought I had adapted, adjusted, and found my footing.
I thought I had built enough resilience to weather anything that came my way.
Then, one day, life shifted again—sharper, deeper, more unexpectedly than before.
And in that moment, I realised: you never truly get used to change.
Change doesn’t send invitations.
It doesn’t knock politely.
It barges in, rearranges your world, and dares you to respond.
I had already rebuilt myself once after my stroke—piece by piece, breath by breath. I had faced silence, immobility, and uncertainty, and learned to stand again. I thought that made me immune to being shaken. But change has a way of finding the cracks you didn’t know were still there.
This time, it wasn’t just about my body—it was about my heart, my perspective, my sense of who I was. I felt the ground move beneath me, and for a moment, I wasn’t sure I had the strength to catch my balance again.
But here’s the thing: each time the world changes, it also offers you an invitation—an opportunity to rediscover yourself, to stretch in new directions, to grow in ways you never imagined.
It’s never comfortable.
It’s never easy.
But it’s always possible.
So if your world has shifted unexpectedly, I want you to know this: you don’t have to feel ready. You don’t have to feel strong right now. You just have to take one small step—because even in the middle of upheaval, you are still capable of building something beautiful.
I thought I was used to my world changing.
I was wrong.
But maybe that’s the point—
Because each time, I am reminded that I can still rise.