In 2005, when I was 26, I was thrown from a motorcycle at 50 miles per hour. I broke my back and was told I might never walk again. The physical pain was intense, but the emotional toll ran even deeper—learning to walk again was just one part of the journey. I dealt with PTSD, depression, anxiety, and the kind of shame that creeps in when your body doesn’t feel like your own anymore. I still live with partial paralysis and nerve damage, and that brings daily challenges most people don’t see. It wasn’t easy navigating all of that alone, especially as I tried to hold on to relationships and make peace with the new version of myself. I know what it feels like to be embarrassed, to feel broken, and to not recognize your life anymore. But I also know what it feels like to come out the other side—still healing, still laughing, and finally proud of who I’ve become. I’ve had the honor of helping others find their way through their own hardships, sometimes just by listening, sometimes by sharing my own scars. If you're in the thick of it, I’m here. And if we can laugh even once together, that’s a win.