Some days are harder than others, and today was one of those days.

Physical therapy has been a significant part of my life for the last nine months. I’m currently in the thick of intensive gait training—working to relearn how to walk appropriately after compensating for the physical challenges thrown my way. It’s a humbling process. Things that once came as second nature—like walking across the room or shifting my weight—now feel monumental. Each step is a deliberate effort, and some days, that effort feels like an insurmountable mountain.

Today, I felt defeated. Frustration weighed heavily on my heart as I confronted the reality of my situation. In my 20s, I had dreams of running marathons and competing in golf tournaments. Instead, I’m grappling with the truth that my body doesn’t work the way it used to. It’s easy to feel “less than” when you’re facing challenges that others may never experience—or that you never imagined for yourself. The grief of mourning the life I envisioned has been real and raw.

Faith over Fear

At the same time, I was reminded today that I have to keep pushing through the hard parts and refuse to take no for an answer. This journey requires not only determination but also the willingness to grapple with the worst possible outcomes so I can prepare my heart and mind to handle whatever comes. It’s a delicate balance—holding onto hope while also making peace with the uncertainty of the future.

Yet, even in this season of difficulty, I am reminded of the power of perspective. While it’s so tempting to focus on what I can’t do, I’m choosing to lean into what I can do. I am still here. I have an incredible support system of family, friends, and medical professionals who cheer me on every single step of the way—literally and figuratively. I’m also not walking this journey alone, even on the hardest days. God is with me, strengthening me, and reminding me that His plan is greater than my own.

One verse that has carried me through is 2 Corinthians 12:9, where Paul writes, “But he said to me, ‘My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.’ Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me.” It’s a comforting reminder that even in moments when I feel weak, God’s grace is more than enough. He meets me in my frustration, my tears, and my doubt, and He uses those moments to draw me closer to Him.

Learning Through the Bad

I’m learning that the most brutal moments can also be the most refining. This journey is shaping me into someone who is more loving, more compassionate, and more reliant on God than ever before. It’s teaching me to appreciate the small victories, like taking one step on my own or standing a little taller than the day before.

If you’re going through a season where you feel overwhelmed by what you’ve lost or what you’re facing, just know you’re not alone. It’s okay to grieve. It’s okay to be frustrated. But don’t let those feelings define your journey. Instead, lean into the One who promises to give us strength when we have none left. Take one day, one moment, one step at a time.

My hope is to continue sharing the lessons I’m learning as I navigate this new normal. This isn’t the path I would have chosen for myself, but it’s the path God has chosen for me—and I trust that He is writing a beautiful story, even in the midst of the struggle.

Let’s keep walking—step by step—with faith, gratitude, and the knowledge that His grace truly is sufficient.