Gloves On
Punching Through the Pain Today, I did something different. I signed up at an academy. Not for therapy. Not for recovery appointments. Not for another surgery. For boxing a nd kickboxing. After everything my body has been through — the surgeries, the hospitalisation, the vision loss, the forced slowing down — choosing to step into a space built around strength felt almost rebellious, b ut I’ve come to believe something deeply: You don’t think your way through pain. You move through it. The Emotions I Couldn’t Talk Away There’s been a lot I haven’t fully processed. The heartbreak over my setback. The anger about my illness. The grief of losing my eyesight. The trauma of hospital rooms and medical uncertainty. Some emotions came out as tears. Others didn’t. Some turned into silence. Others turned into frustration sitting quietly under the surface... Especially anger. Not rage at anyone — just this deep, internal heat. The kind that builds when life changes without you...
