You Don’t Need Limbs to Have a Beautiful Life
Waking up without my hands or feet taught me a lot—but most of all, it taught me that I am resilient.
When I opened my eyes after the coma, I was a different woman. The doctors told me what had happened—how sepsis took over my body, how my limbs had to be removed to save my life. I couldn’t fully comprehend it at first. My mind was racing, but the grief settled in fast—especially when I realized I would no longer be able to nurse my baby.
That broke me. I had carried her, birthed her, and now I couldn’t care for her the way I planned. I remember weeping. For my body. For my independence. For the things I thought I had lost forever.
Grieving the Old Me
Before sepsis, I was extremely independent. I thrived on doing things for myself and for others. Losing that ability—suddenly and completely—was one of the hardest things I’ve ever faced.
I had to accept help with everything. I had to let people cook for me, dress me, brush my hair, hold my baby. And even though I was thankful, I was also angry. Ashamed. Frustrated. It was like learning to live inside a completely new body… one I never asked for.
There were tears.
There were bruises.
There were falls—physically and emotionally.
But those falls taught me something: I am not made of glass.Be clear, be confident and don’t overthink it. The beauty of your story is that it’s going to continue to evolve and your site can evolve with it. Your goal should be to make it feel right for right now. Later will take care of itself. It always does.
Finding Strength in the Struggle
Every day, I had to adapt. I had to figure out new ways to care for my children, be a wife, move through the world—and eventually, build a whole new life. Some days, I hated it. Other days, I could feel hope rise again.
I learned how to do things I never imagined possible.
I learned to hold my baby in new ways.
I learned to laugh again.
I learned that tears are not weakness—they are a release.
I learned to let people love me—even when I couldn’t do everything myself.
And above all, I learned that my worth was never in my limbs to begin with.
Jesus Met Me in My Coma
I don’t say this lightly: Jesus saved me.
He didn’t just save my physical life—He came to me while I was in that coma. I know He did. I felt His presence. I felt peace in the middle of what could’ve been the end. I believe with all my heart that He gave me another chance. He breathed life back into my lungs.
I may have lost much, but I still had my soul. My voice. My purpose. My motherhood. My marriage. My life.
And I owe every breath of it to Him.
Beauty Without Limbs
If you’re reading this and feeling broken—please hear me:
You don’t need perfect circumstances, or even a whole body, to live a beautiful, meaningful, joy-filled life.
I’ve learned that wholeness isn’t about having every part—it’s about living with your whole heart.
This life I’m building now? It’s not what I planned.
But in so many ways… it’s more than I ever imagined.
Let this be a reminder: You are not your losses.
You are not your diagnosis.
You are not your limitations.
You are loved, seen, and made for more.
Even without limbs—there is still light. There is still laughter.
There is still life. And it is beautiful.
