I would like to share how I regained my life and happiness back through my otherwise dead passion – Art. I loved running, playing soccer, and being active. But after the road accident, everything changed. I almost lost my leg, and with it, I felt like I lost myself. I spent days doing nothing, feeling useless. I hated watching others live their lives while I felt stuck. Then one day, while sitting alone, I picked up a notebook and started doodling. It wasn’t much, but for the first time in a long time, I felt something other than sadness.

Drawing became my escape. I started sketching every day, pouring my emotions into my art. Slowly, I found joy again. People liked my work, and some even said it inspired them. I realized I still had purpose—I just had to find it in a new way. Losing my leg changed my life, but it didn’t end it. I thought I had lost everything, but instead, I discovered a new part of myself. If you’re struggling, remember this: you are more than what you’ve lost. There’s still so much left to live for. Keep going. You’ll find your way.