About 20 years ago, I had a fall that changed how I moved in ways I never expected. I broke my tibia and fibula, and immediately had surgery to insert a rod and screws. Eight years later, I decided to have them removed, which meant a second surgery.
Being in a cast was a scary time. Simple trips to the hospital for physiotherapy or even going to the mall were filled with anxiety. Escalators, stairs, and long hallways made me doubt every step. Not every building had elevators. I would stare at the stairs or escalators for a long time, wondering if my foot would get caught.
Relearning to walk was terrifying. I would cry because of the pain. My leg felt numb and weak — like a newborn learning to walk.
It was a long, painful recovery, and even when I could walk without crutches, fear stayed with me. I avoided stairs, I avoided running — things I had enjoyed before. I had lost confidence in my own body.
It took many years before I discovered Tai Chi.
When I did, it was the start of real healing. My leg, already strong after recovery, became stronger. I could do things I had never been able to do — like balancing on one leg for longer periods, walking with confidence, moving fluidly without fear. Slowly, I fell in love with Tai Chi.
Now, working in long-term care and being around people in wheelchairs every day, I love my practice even more. I feel a deep gratitude for my body, and I owe it the care it deserves.
Through Tai Chi and mindful movement, I give my body the practice of movement, strength, and confidence. Movement is more than exercise. For me, it is healing, grounding, and reclaiming trust in my body.