I spent a week in intensive care. My family and friends lived in complete uncertainty, not knowing what's going to happen. When I finally woke up and started breathing on my own, visits from loved ones and their gentle jokes helped me accept the doctors’ news, which was extremely hard to hear.

The diagnosis struck like lightning: traumatic ruptures of the C4–C6 cervical discs, a comminuted fracture of the C5 vertebra, complete paralysis, and no hope of ever controlling my body again. The prognosis: a special bed, a wheelchair, constant 24-hour care, infections and complications… The doctors gave no hope that I would walk or move fully again. This was the reality that all of us had to accept – both me and my loved ones.

But I didn’t give up. I worked on myself as much as my body and mind allowed. Even before arriving at the Palanga Rehabilitation Hospital, I was already able to lift my arms and slightly move my legs. Isn’t that a miracle? Today, I am incredibly grateful to myself for always taking care of my body – it has become my greatest ally.

During rehabilitation, I realized that everything happens much more slower. We spent a whole week just learning how to sit. At first, I couldn’t stay upright even for a few seconds – I felt dizzy, nauseous, and my body was getting weaker. I’m still struggling with infections and fever, and sometimes because of that I can’t train. But I know: this is part of the journey.

The road will be long – very long. And I understand that state-funded rehabilitation which although is very important, will not be enough to get me back on my feet. That’s why together with my loved ones - we are looking for opportunities abroad, exploring rehabilitation centers in other countries.

I don’t want to, and I cannot, stop. Every small movement, every hard-earned millimeter – this is my road back to life. And I will walk it to the very end.