Hi friends, family, and kind strangers,

This is one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to write.

About a year ago, my life changed in an instant. What was supposed to be a routine chiropractic adjustment turned into a life-altering medical emergency. I suffered a double vertebral artery dissection, which led to a stroke affecting my cerebellum. Two weeks before my 31st birthday.

In a matter of moments, everything I knew—my health, my routines, my sense of normal—was taken from me.

I was rushed by ambulance and admitted into the Neurological Trauma ICU. The days that followed were filled with uncertainty, fear, and a long list of questions that still don’t all have answers. Even now, I am continuing to seek resolution and healing from the damage done.

At the same time, I want to say this with a full and grateful heart: I am incredibly thankful that I was able to walk out of that hospital. I know not everyone is given that outcome. That truth has stayed with me every single day. I am constantly reminded of both the fragility and the beauty of life—how quickly it can change, and how deeply it should be valued.

One of the hardest parts of this journey has been the loss of the physical strength and identity I once had. I went from training 1–2 hours a day in CrossFit—hitting goals, building strength, and feeling fully at home in my body—to now struggling to lift what used to be my warm-up weights. There are days I feel lightheaded, and beyond the physical challenges, there is a constant mental battle.

It’s been incredibly difficult to watch years of hard work feel like they were halted in an instant—to feel like I am starting over from the very beginning. I am learning, slowly, how to rebuild—not just physically, but mentally and emotionally. I am asking for prayer specifically for my mental health as I continue to persevere. That I would find confidence in my body again, and that I would trust in God’s plan even in the unknown.

Over the past year, I have fought hard to rebuild my life. Learning to slow down, to be cautious, and to listen to my body has not come easily to me. But in that process, I have also seen progress—progress I am deeply grateful for. Every step forward has been hard-earned, and I don’t take any of it for granted.

I also want to share how incredibly thankful I am for the support I have received through my insurance. It has carried a large portion of this burden, and I do not take that lightly. However, there are still significant expenses, gaps in coverage, and financial losses that I have not been able to recover from.

In hopes of finding some form of relief, I looked into legal action. Unfortunately, I learned that pursuing a case would be extremely lengthy, emotionally draining, and uncertain—and even then, it would likely not cover the full extent of what has been lost.

So now, I’m here—humbly asking for help.

If you feel led to support me, whether through a donation, sharing this page, or simply lifting me up in prayer, it would mean more than I can put into words.

This past year has changed me in ways I never expected. It has been painful, humbling, and stretching—but also full of perspective, growth, and gratitude.

Thank you for taking the time to read my story, for caring, and for being part of my journey forward.

With gratitude,

Anna