Overcoming the adversities of CHD-3

This journey began a long time ago, one that I can hardly remember. Growing up, I often asked myself many questions but didn’t always have the answers. I didn’t realize how different I was compared to others, but deep down, I sensed that something set me apart.

Both of my parents served in the military, and one of them was always away. At that time, I thought this was completely normal. While most kids had both parents around, my routine involved waiting for one to return home. I attended a Montessori School, where I learned many things—especially how to do things independently.

Looking back, I realize I struggled with some tasks that should have been easier for a kid my age. Walking without tripping, skipping, and even kicking a ball felt very challenging. In fact, I didn’t speak in full sentences until later in my childhood. According to my caregivers, I was pretty quiet as a baby and toddler. I could say a few words like “mom,” “dad,” and my favorite, “hugs.” I loved to hug everyone and everything!

At the age of three, my parents recognized that I needed help. I was enrolled in speech therapy because my speech was delayed. I also started physical therapy because walking without falling was a struggle for me. Doctors diagnosed me with low muscle tone in all my limbs, which made coordination difficult. Additionally, I participated in occupational therapy. This was essential for learning how to use my hands properly. Tasks like cutting with scissors were especially tough for me.

This early part of my journey has shaped who I am today. Although I faced many challenges, each one helped me develop resilience and determination. Understanding my journey allows me to appreciate how far I’ve come and motivates me to keep pushing forward.