Have you ever had surgery? What for?

Yes, I’ve had multiple surgeries.

They were necessary after a suicide attempt in my early twenties, when I jumped into a storm drain from a fifth-story ledge. At that time, my life felt like it was spiraling beyond control — full of emotional chaos I didn’t know how to escape. In a moment of unbearable pain, I jumped, not knowing what would come next.

I broke both of my ankles and fractured my spine. No internal injuries, miraculously — just the broken bones and the long, slow road to healing that followed.

There were surgeries, and then there was rehab. Physical therapy. Learning to walk again. Learning to exist in a body that had been through trauma. It wasn’t just my bones that had to be rebuilt — it was my sense of self, too.

Every scar from those surgeries tells a story. They’re not just reminders of the fall, but of the choice I made to rise.

So yes, I’ve had surgery. But more than that — I’ve had rebirth.
And I’m still here. Walking, healing, loving, living.