Injury, a curse and a gift at the same time. My story and the story behind MihaPower, as the ones close to me say, was a raise from the dead. It is a story about falling and learning how to stand back up again when life kicks you down to your knees. A story about hardship and never giving up on your dreams. It describes the road that I had to walk on after a severe injury. It shares the lessons I have learned to turn my destiny around.
Whenever I walk on the street and I see a disabled person in a wheelchair I always tell myself: “That should have been me!” Sometimes I still can’t believe it is over. Looking back to those years now feels like I just woke up from a really bad nightmare. Even though many memories have faded, I know now that talking about those years of my life will never come easily to me, no matter how much time goes by. However, I know now that I have to find my strength once again for I have a duty and a responsibility to all people who are walking the same road right now to guide them through that dark tunnel and give them hope that there is indeed a light at the end of it. An injury or disability is not the end of the story. It can be a new beginning.
This story aims to show that it is a choice how you respond to anything in life. No matter how horrible the experiences are we can all find the power within us to fight for what we most want in life and defeat the odds. This is a story that I hope will end with a vision of giving.
Before the injury
Before I became MihaPower, I was simply Miha. A girl born in Romania without a mother or a father who ever since she was just 6 years old only had one dream in life. Becoming everything that she ever missed as a child.
My journey in the health and fitness industry began back in 2003 when I was just 13 years old. One day I saw a poster with Monica Brant and that was it. I told myself “Wow, I want to be strong like her one day!”. That’s how it all started, with fitness and bodybuilding. Different reasons attracted me to this sport.The most important ones were probably the need to defend myself and to gain respect.
I grew up in a small town in Romania, in a bad neighbourhood which, let’s just say, it’s not the most ideal place where a young girl can grow up. Especially if she doesn’t have parents. What kept me in this sport was the fact that it was a very good place to gain some peace of mind in my life and a refuge from all my problems. I felt it helped me with my self-confidence a lot. I felt calmer, stronger and healthier and all this helped my mind a lot.
For the next 5 years, I competed in IFBB Bodybuilding competitions. This gave me the chance to learn a lot about different topics like athletic performance, losing weight, gaining muscle, training, fat reduction, nutrition, injury prevention, mental coaching and many others. In 2005 I placed third in the Romanian National Championship. The following year, in 2006 I became National Champion in both Bodybuilding and Bodyfitness. That same year I also became the winner of the female open category. That year I also competed in the World Championship in Italy where I placed fifth. Finally, in 2007 I defended my title at the National Championships and won. Many magazines and local television programs contacted me for Fitness Modelling events, professional photo-shootings and show appearances.
I ended my short athletic career in the fitness and bodybuilding world shortly after that. In 2008 I decided I wasn’t willing to go the extra mile to be able to compete at a senior level and win. Some things went totally against my values in this sport. Despite common beliefs, looking good doesn’t always equal health. However, being healthy will always bring a good looking body as a side effect and that’s a big value of mine. I started this sport because of the health and mental benefits and I wasn’t willing to compromise on that for increased performance on stage. However, I continued the competition with myself many years after that.
Once I met my husband in 2012 who is a professional powerlifter, I became an amateur powerlifter myself. For the first time in my life, I learned how it feels to not solely be judged on the way you look anymore but to let objective strength competition criteria decide who wins the contest. I immediately fell in love again with the competition but this time in a much healthier way because instead of comparing myself with other people and competing with them, powerlifting thought me to always look at my physical performance to measure my progress and to only compare myself with the old me, the one I was yesterday. It was a totally new concept to me and a breath of fresh air.
After so many years of competing in bodybuilding, I became tired of diets and to be judged solely on my body. I wanted to be more than just a body. Powerlifting has forever changed my life. I soon realised that what it really thought me went much deeper than a new way of training in the gym. All the lessons did not only apply in the gym but also in my everyday life. It thought me the difference between looking strong and actually being strong!
I was able to achieve really good results with powerlifting (RAW: 60kg Benchpress, 122,5 kg Deadlifts and 115 kg Squats, at a bodyweight of 55 kg). I would be lying though if I said, I didn’t miss the real competition feeling. This is why I kept pushing my self without thinking of consequences. I did not think of the possibility of an injury. I focused on my plan to become the strongest I could ever be and compete. It was hard work, day in and day out. By the end of 2012, I decided to compete in Powerlifting competitions.
My dream never came true, for in 2013 my life has changed forever.
2013 – Year of the injury
It was February 2013. I went to the gym as usual for a normal training session. I attempted a new PR in deadlifts (125 kg-RAW). Suddenly, I heard a loud popping sound coming from my lower back (later I found out it was the sacroiliac joint) and fell to the ground. What should have been a normal training session transformed into a moment that would completely change the course of my life forever.
What should have been a training session out of which I should have came out stronger, turned into one out from which I came out broken and with an injury. An injury that was so bad, I ended up bedridden for the next 8 months. The deadlift would become later on the most anxiety-provoking word for me. The simple thought of it gave me a panic attack instantly.
After that day, I was unable to work, unable to move and a financial burden to my family. What followed was a nightmare that I will never be able to fully capture into words. I was injured and disabled. Despite going to different doctors all over Europe and trying every therapy available on the market, no one knew what the problem was.
Many visits to different orthopaedic doctors ended up creating more confusion than a solution to my pain. One specialist would tell me that I have a dislocation to my lower back because of the injury. Another specialist would say that the cervical spine vertebrae are dislocated. All those things were true, but it was the partial truth. No doctor really analysed what happened before the injury. None of the specialists I went to took the time to track down all these issues to one single event. I ended up with partial solutions that partially fixed some symptoms but never resolved them.
I ended up even discussing surgeries with some of the doctors. Spinal fusion was the only solution they could come up with for my injury. A quick fix, even though there was no evidence supporting the need for it. I refused to think about this solution. Mostly, I didn’t want to do it because I was just 23 years old. I knew that a back surgery will set up for me a lifelong journey of countless other back surgeries. This would have made me completely unable to ever do sport again, so I rejected it.
I did countless MRIs, CT scans and X-rays to figure out the problem. These scans never showed anything, so most doctors diagnosed me with psychosomatic back pain and send me home countless of times. I would come to learn later on that joint instability can’t be measured with such devices.
Since I couldn’t find a solution in classical medicine I started searching for other methods. I started going to the chiropractor during the summer of 2013, and after one of the visits, something went totally wrong. Something snapped during one of the manipulations. My back was not only in pain after that but it was completely blocked and locked. I couldn’t move properly with one side of my body. This situation made my condition even worse than it was when the injury happened.
At this point, I was in a lot of pain. I was searching desperately for a solution. I found an ex-tennis player from Finland that had a similar injury in the past and he seemed to have solved it. He suggested to visit a “bone setter”, this is actually how he described it, in Finland in the city of Lahti. Out of desperation, I flew together with my husband to Helsinki and then drove to Lahti to see this man. To keep it short, the treatment didn’t help. Well, except maybe a bit of pain relief for a few hours, but then it got worse again.
Back in Munich. I was bedridden until early October when I decided to visit another chiropractor. I was hoping it would help me breathe and move a little better, at least as I did before. This visit made a small difference indeed. The pain was still there and still as bad but at least my spine was not as blocked anymore and I could do some things at least. My body became weaker and weaker with each manipulation, but at least I was not laying in bed all the time anymore. Regular chiropractor became a weekly thing. It did not do anything other than realigning my spine twice a week and even though it did not improve my state for longer than a few hours, it was still worth it.
2014 – 2016
Time went by and my spine got more and more unstable until one day when chiropractic treatments stopped working as well. The pain levels went up so much that I couldn’t sleep, eat or breathe anymore without excruciating pain. My spine also twisted to one side enough so that my rib cage turned to the right. This meant my ribs were now touching my lungs. This made it very difficult and painful to breathe. Lack of oxygen has lead to a lot of dizziness, anxiety and a slower heart rate. One day I ended up at the emergency room not feeling my arms and legs anymore because of poor blood flow.
All the time spent laying in bed and breathing shallowly left my heart not pumping blood as it should. My arms and legs went eventually numb. I had to rub them to feel something. 2014 was a bad year for my family financially, so in spite of my health state I was forced to search for a job. I got a job again as an IT Recruiting Manager at a big IT consultancy in February, while using pain killers and other medicine to try to numb my pain when at work. The manager and my colleagues never knew how sick I truly was because I needed the money. They never knew about the injury, and what I’ve been through.
However, my body though was keeping track of it daily, so after about 3 months, my condition got even worse, to the point that I couldn’t use the computer anymore. My spine instability gave me horrible headaches daily and my hands got numb so that with every attempt to use the computer mouse my hands got heavier and my fingers got number. My head started to feel very heavy and I simply felt that I could not work anymore. I asked for a standing desk and for an ergonomic chair, desk and mouse. I even bought a new keyboard but the symptoms kept getting worse. Until one day when I simply woke up and could not get out of bed anymore, so I quit my job.
Every bit of free time from that point on was invested in learning and researching anatomy books and therapies, contacting doctors and other specialists. I did not stop trying to find a solution to my injury. Time was not on my side, and soon I started experiencing neurological distress too, which really scared me. I started dropping stuff, falling down unexpectedly, I started experiencing dizziness, weakness in my arms and legs, sight problems, jaw pain, swallowing problems, breathing problems and many others. Every time I went to the clinics, doctors thought the same. It just wasn’t possible and they simply sent me home. They never made any additional tests to check.
Time went by and nothing seemed to help. My SI (sacroiliac) joint was still stuck, my spine twisted more and my symptoms were getting worse by the day. I tried Rolfing at some point which also only offered relief temporarily. Then IMT, Integrative Manual Therapy. It seemed like nothing helped. I started to buy the textbooks that these experts were thought from in school to try to do my own research. Maybe they were missing something. Maybe I could find the missing piece.
Physiotherapy books, anatomy books and all sort of therapy books started decorating my apartment. By the end of 2016 I was left in bed permanently because of chronic spinal instability. I started experiencing heart de-conditioning. My heart went into spasm every 3 hours because I was bedridden and the only energy I was left with was for reading these books while laying down in my bed.
I started spending all my time and physical energy on reading countless books on anatomy, physiology, physiotherapy, ostheopatic treatments, manual therapy and countless other related subjects. I told myself continuously that as long as I had my mind intact I could put things back together. The injury was not going to finish me. To be very honest though, at that point I didn’t have too much hope left that I would ever be able to recover.
During this time, I felt so useless that I just wanted to die and I was hoping that the pain would end finally. I wanted to end the fact that I was a financial burden for my family. One day, I remember, I was lying in bed and waiting for my husband. It was immediately after I was sent home the second time in the same week by the hospital. I went because my legs got numb again and they again sent me home saying it was all psychosomatic.
I still remember that day like it was yesterday. My husband came from work and I started to cry. He was tired, I was tired and there was no hope left. I simply did not see a light at the end of the tunnel anymore. So, I told him I wanted to kill myself.
I couldn’t take the fact that from that strong and independent woman who I used to be, I became a woman dependent on my husband not only for financial support but also for really basic things like eating and using the toilet. The time before the injury was just an unreal reality for me.
At this point, I had already gained about 20 kilograms. My body changed to the point that you couldn’t even tell anymore that I used to be fit before. This created a lot of insecurities and low self-esteem. I’ve never been in a situation that I COULDN’T move. All I wanted was to be able to go back to the gym and pick up my life where I left it 3 years ago when my injury happened. But I was so sick that I simply couldn’t do that.
I really know how you feel. I know about your challenges and what it means to gain bad habits over time. Just like you, I know how it feels to feel uncomfortable in your own body. When you are not fit and healthy everything feels heavier than it is. Everything makes you tired and irritated, you’re often in pain, you lack the motivation to take care of yourself, your hormones are suffering, you can’t sleep at night, you’re stress and anxiety levels are high all the time and you simply can’t seem to relax.
I know how it is to feel like your mind and soul do not match your body. To me, living in an inactive and unhealthy body for so long felt like a prison. My mind was wild and free, I had so many dreams and still, my body was feeling heavy and sick. I thought there was no way out, exactly like you. I could never imagine a time would come that I could change it around again. All my dreams seemed now completely out of reach.
However, deep down the last sparkle of hope never died. I remembered my dreams and I immediately found the strength to stand back up and keep fighting every single time. I just simply could not give them up!
I continued to read and experiment at home with different therapy techniques. I gained some knowledge by trial and error of the issue I was facing myself with. During the night, I would use my husband as my personal chiropractor/physiotherapist or whatever I needed to try to put my body back. Some techniques made things better, others made things worse. We would end up staying up all night to figure out how to restore the original state once again.
Four years after my injury, my husband and I were finally able to find a way to manipulate my SI joint back into place. The problem was that it was popping out very often. It kept going out with every small movement I did. That’s how I realised that the problem was joint instability. I immediately started my research again on joint stabilisation methods which did not involve surgery. That’s how I found out about Prolotherapy.
I have tried the prolotherapy in Munich, but it didn’t bring much. By reading what the founders of prolotherapy were saying, the dosage was too small. Since there are some regulations in Germany about this therapy, I took a risk and tried my luck in Rome, Italy. That’s where I found a doctor that was using the same high dosages as the American experts.
Travelling to Rome brought me the first complete diagnosis since my injury happened. I was diagnosed with a dislocated sacrum, sprained and overstretched SI joint ligaments, knee ligaments, lumbar ligaments, hip ligaments caused by my bad biomechanics and gait patterns over the years. Other 9 dislocated vertebrae in my spine, an impingement in almost every joint of my body, rotoscoliosis caused by the dislocation, twisted ribcage and compressed lungs were completing my diagnosis results.
On top of all this, there were also chronic spine instability, SI joint instability, cervical instability, head instability, countless syndromes like Iliopsoas or Piriformis Syndrome, hundreds of muscle imbalances, nerve compression syndromes, especially in the pelvic region and cervical spine, neurological dysfunction with early MS (Multiple Sclerosis) symptoms, heart deconditioning, many atrophied muscles (including my left diaphragm), Dysautonomia (the autonomic nervous system didn’t work properly anymore) and POTS (postural orthostatic tachycardia syndrome). I thought, that finally explained my symptoms.
The doctor from Italy was an orthopaedic doctor trained in the US. He had a lot of knowledge of chiropractic treatments, spine instability, and prolotherapy. The therapy itself was very painful, involving hundreds of injections in my spine ligaments in one session. These were supposed to cause local inflammation in my ligaments, create scar tissue and tighten the ligaments. This was supposed to help with the instability problem, but it didn’t.
The next morning while in Rome, my spine got so unstable that I simply couldn’t walk anymore. But I had to get to the airport to fly back to Munich, so I called a taxi and I somehow got to the airport. It was one of the hardest moments of my life. I had been walking and moving in that state for 4 years. Every sign my body gave me was ignored and I kept pushing further. There was no other choice. That is what I did as an athlete in all those years. I pushed.
So, I kept working, walking and doing all the things I knew I had to do. Not even my friends really knew how bad things were. All they saw was that I gradually withdrew from all social gatherings and meetings. The worse I got the more I started experiencing depression and anxiety. I shut down everybody in my life except my husband. That day at the airport in Rome was the moment that ended up completely changing my destiny. The hardest lesson that the injury thought me.
I was walking and carrying my backpack and I suddenly realised that my legs felt so week that I could not continue to walk anymore. I have had that feeling before but never that strong. A security guard saw me and caught me right before I was about to fall down. I told him I was sick and I needed a wheelchair, so he brought me one.
I remember parking my wheelchair next to a piano in the airport which was being played by a Korean guy at that moment. He was playing one of my favourite piano songs. I parked my chair next to him and listened to his music while crying. He stopped and asked me in English why I was crying. I did not know what else I could say, so I decided to tell the truth. I told him that “perhaps today is the first day of the rest of my life in a wheelchair!”
While listening to that song I was picturing in my mind how my life would look like from that moment on. Mostly I was mad with myself because I had promised to myself before that I will never use a wheelchair, no matter how bad things get. I WALK ON MY OWN TWO FEET! Even if I kept repeating that to myself my body simply did not listen to me anymore that day. I felt that I failed, that I was finally defeated.
But about 2 minutes later into that song, I remembered my why again and it gave me strength in a weird way. I decided to stand back up again, despite the pain, despite the weakness and despite what my body was telling me and to say one last time in my mind: “I am not giving up!”
That guy will never know this but he saved my life that day. My injury showed me a new dimension to the expression “never give up”.
After a very hard flight when my instability was simply going through the roof, I got home and finally knew what I had to do! Looking for quick fixes was not enough. This was a much bigger problem now than when it has started and I needed a different approach.
Three days after the therapy though, I ended up in the emergency room in Munich again. The tightness in my lower back became extreme after those injections in Rome. The abdominal area got so bad that my organs became compressed and I passed out in the shopping mall. My husband who was on the ground floor when it happened found out about it through the mall’s intercom announcement system that a woman was feeling sick on the second floor. I ended up unconscious in the hospital bed. Luckily, I received enough medication that relaxed my body and soon I was able to feel better and go home.
After so many unsuccessful therapies I lost trust in doctors, to be honest. I understood that I had to take responsibility for my injury. I started learning even more about anatomy, biomechanics, physiotherapy and many other subjects while analysing my body. The good thing at this point was that my mind wasn’t focused on pain anymore. It was focused on analysing the effects of each therapy and on documentation. I also refused to take painkillers during this entire time because I thought, the pain levels will act as feedback and will let me know if my therapy is working or not.
At night, my husband and I were reading books and trying therapies out. During the day, my husband was going to work and I was sleeping because I was exhausted. After a few months, gaining knowledge about the influence of posture in all of this, my journey took me also to Leeds, UK. Here is where I visited the only PRI therapist in Europe who was working with a different kind of physiotherapy called PRI (Postural Restoration Institute), developed in the USA.
He saw my desperation and understood how long my recovery road had been. However, he knew he wasn’t able to help me in such a short time and I also couldn’t pay him. I “borrowed” from him his PRI courses because he really wanted to help and after he wished me luck, I flew back to Munich again.
2018 – Back from injury
I have spent months reading and learning the principles of PRI and over three years buying other rehabilitation books, rehabilitation equipment like water therapy tools, elastic bands, inversion table, trampoline and everything on the subject that you can imagine, learning how to use them for rehabilitation purposes, developing my own physiotherapy and rehabilitation program at home.
The last 5 years of my life have been a 24/7 university, but it was finally starting to pay off. I started to slowly implement the principles I have learned over the years of trial and error. Small movements initially, as small as 20 seconds holds, after which my nervous system would be so tired that I would need a one hour nap.
As time went by and as I kept putting in the work, day in and day out, my body started to get stronger, my spine got more stable and I could move more and more. This gave me hope, and for the first time in a while, I started to believe that there was a way out of it. From static holds to normal plank exercises took months. Then I started to walk more. I was focusing on every step that I took, to make sure I walk equally on both legs.
Everything was about balance now. I would even brush my teeth one minute with the right hand and one minute with the left so that I train every movement pattern on both sides of my body in the same way. I relearned every movement that I used to take for granted, from walking to sitting to chewing food. It was an exhausting process that I had to go through. I will never be able to fully be able to capture how many changes I had to go through to become healthy again.
I realised at this point that it is impossible for any doctor in this world, no matter how competent, to undertake such difficult and time-consuming therapy commitment with a patient regardless of their injury. It was all up to me. The more I learned about the body the more I understood that instability, pain and orthopaedic problems are often the consequence of muscle and fascial dysfunction. We are all losing a fight with gravity every day of our life.
Due to lack of movement, muscles get weak or tight and sometimes even both at the same time. That is when we start developing muscle imbalances and the function of our body becomes compromised. Stability training, coordination training, mobility training, fascial training, posture correction and strength training are, therefore, a must for every single person who wants to live pain-free and healthy.
Health is not a given, but a gift
Time went by and my therapy started to work. I am now very happy to say that I am almost healthy again, experiencing just mild symptoms from time to time. I also discovered along the way that I have a huge passion for this subject which will allow me to treat every client with the highest level of expertise and responsibility possible. Surgeries are sometimes inevitable but they can certainly be avoided most of the times and I have proved that. I refused to give in because I wanted to be able to do sports again. My dream to move and be healthy again was stronger. I dreamed to be healthy and active and full of energy to be able to take active part at life. I wanted to experience life at it’s best.
My biggest dream is to become the strongest version of myself and my physical strength is a part of that too. I could not accept that the only solution to stop my pain was to stop moving. Maybe I am crazy but in my opinion, the body was made for movement, so telling me to stop moving in order to stop hurting is not a solution. More than that, I have come to learn that movement was exactly the thing that helped me recover.
For me, movement is in everything that we do. Without it, I feel dead on the inside. Life just doesn’t make sense anymore without the ability to move. My biggest dream is to help as many people as possible understand how important movement truly is and help them become healthy again too.
My recovery continues nevertheless. It’s the greatest journey ever as it allows me to learn new things every day and it satisfies my need for continuous growth. I also find the human body to be the most exciting thing on this earth. I am secretly hoping to be able to uncover it’s most hidden secrets someday. My biggest role model is Vladimir Janda with his famous book on muscle imbalances.
These are the fundamental concepts of everything I applied in my own therapy and which I will be applying in my rehabilitation training programs for my clients. My vision is to combine my athletic knowledge and my newly acquired skills in rehabilitation to help as many people as possible.
No matter whether you are a normal person suffering from bad posture or with back pain and joint instability or an athlete struggling to come back to your game after an injury or someone who just wants to get stronger and healthier, lose weight and get in better shape, I have a solution for you.
One of my biggest values is the fact that health comes first for all my clients. This means that I am not going to recommend any damaging substances for losing weight fast, increasing muscle mass fast or strength or overall performance. Being an ex-athlete, I know what it takes to build performance and I don’t stand for fast results. Fast results are expensive illusions which normally require a trade off. Usually, what you trade is your long-term health and that goes against my life principles.
This doesn’t mean that I am committed to slower results either. I am committed to whatever gives us the best results within healthy parameters. This also means that before starting, I’ll make sure that your posture is corrected, your muscle imbalances are sorted out to prevent injuries from happening. I will make sure that your body is in a good shape for gradually increased effort to achieve your goal.
MihaPower starts as a Personal Training idea but the big vision is much more complex than that. It strives to fly over the top of the mountains and to be able to spread happiness and health over as many people as possible. The name MihaPower is formed from “Miha”- my name and “Power” which for me symbolizes one of the important elements of my life. I have been in many situations in my life when stength saved my life. Life is something brutal to many of us.
I totally believe that building true physical and mental strength can help us withstand all hardship in life. “Power” means strength and I truly believe that strength in any of its forms means health and happiness. “Power” is a principle that I live by every day of my life.
A “Power” state is the state of your body in which it can perform at it’s best and when it is the healthiest. It is a state of balance, energy, physical and mental health. Last but not least, it is a state of physical and mental strength in front of disasters that are sure to touch all of us at one point in our life. I am hoping to help as many people as possible become stronger and happier in life. With this idea in mind and with my acquired knowledge, I walk on my journey of changing people’s lives for the better and helping them become strong(er) versions of themselves.
You might be tempted to think at this point that sport or lifting weights were the cause of my injury. I was tempted to think the same… but you see, sport is the greatest and healthiest thing you can ever do… as long as you do it right! That means using the proper technique at all times is a must. Especially if you are a beginner, it means that it’s far better to have a professional on your side instead of trying on your own.
We will never be able to be the best lawyer, the best doctor and the best engineer, all at once. Unless you want to invest the same amount of time and energy to learn everything I learned so far and to fail millions of times, you should always consider hiring a professional. Sometimes paying a specialist can turn out more efficient and even cheaper.
The main idea is this: Sport is great! You just got to do it right! That’s why you’ll never be able to replace a Personal Trainer with an iPhone app.
I wish more people learned to listen more to their bodies. Most of the times, most of us live with pain and discomfort for years before our body forces us to pay attention. If you do not make time for your health you’ll be forced to make one day time for your illness. This is the biggest lesson I have learned and now, for the first time in my life, I am listening.
I am now able to train daily and today the word deadlift doesn’t give me anxiety anymore. More than that, today I can live again. I can do things with my body that I never thought I would ever do again. I love to be able to see what my body can do. But this time around, I am doing it right! I am sure I will never be the same person again because of this experience. Such things have the potential to completely change the way you see life. They help you understand, what’s truly important in life.
My injury thought me a lesson that I needed to learn. I needed to learn to quiet down my athletic ego and to start listening to my body. Whether you believe it or not, I know now that this injury has been my biggest gift ever. I ended up seeing it as “The gift of injury”. It was a curse and a blessing at the same time. A journey from which I have learned so much. A journey that, without the pain that came with the injury, wouldn’t have been possible. Sometimes going through such experiences is necessary. People take many things for granted but the biggest one, I think, is their health. We normally don’t pay attention to our body’s warning signals until it’s too late. I am passionate to prevent these things from happening to you if you let me.
In the end, I learned to appreciate really small things in life. Things that most people take for granted, like a walk in the park or riding the bike on a sunny day. Life is way too short and you never know when all might end, so you better enjoy it while you can. I also learned that anything is possible if you want it bad enough. Building resilience is a lot more rewarding than any shortcut you might ever choose in life. The only limits we have, are the ones we impose for ourselves.
This experience has thought me that challenging the status-quo has the power to turn impossible into possible. It has allowed me to finally break free out of a job that I didn’t like to pursue my real passion. In the end, I understood that problems are life’s biggest gifts. It is up to each and every single one of us to either let them destroy our lives or to build upon them and become stronger and better than ever before because of them.
I am committed to living a healthy and balanced life for the rest of my life. It is my dream to inspire and help as many of you as possible to do the same.