What Wrestling Means to Me
Wrestling has always been a constant in my life, and for as long as I can remember, it’s been my world. I’ve been wrestling for 13 years, and when I was younger, it was the only thing that truly felt stable and reliable. Growing up, I never came from the best family, nor did I have a stable home environment. People would come and go in my life, but wrestling was always there. No matter what was happening outside of the gym, I knew I could count on wrestling to be a source of strength, discipline, and consistency.
I’ve put everything I had into wrestling. I paid attention to every detail, whether it was learning new techniques, watching other matches, or staying updated on the latest in the wrestling world. The sport became more than just a physical activity to me—it was a passion and a way of life. It helped me build the resilience and work ethic that I carry with me today.
This year, however, is the first time I haven’t been able to wrestle, and the reason is something I never saw coming—a terrible accident that changed everything. After the injury, I went through countless doctors' appointments, and the prognosis was devastating: I was told that I would never be able to do sports again. Losing wrestling felt like losing a piece of myself, a piece that had been with me through every challenge and every struggle. Why, of all things, was wrestling—the one constant in my life—being ripped away from me? It was a hard pill to swallow, and the emotional impact of that news took a toll on me in ways I never expected.
Despite all of this, my passion for wrestling hasn’t lessened. If anything, it’s only grown. I can’t explain how happy it makes me to see women’s wrestling tournaments and teams gaining more recognition. When I was younger, I had to wear a boys’ singlet, which never quite fit right. I remember competing in boys’ tournaments and never having a girl to share the experience with. It always felt like it was me against the boys—and me against the world. But that adversity built confidence in me. It proved that I could do anything I set my mind to. I didn’t just want to be good at wrestling—I wanted to be the best. And for me, it was about more than just winning matches. It was about proving to myself that I was strong, capable, and determined.
Wrestling gave me a sense of empowerment that I carry with me every day. It reinforced the belief that I am the strongest woman I know, and that I can overcome anything life throws at me. Even though I’m no longer competing this season, the lessons I’ve learned on the mat are still with me. Wrestling has taught me resilience, discipline, and the importance of pushing through obstacles, no matter how impossible they may seem.
I will always hold wrestling close to my heart. It’s been my constant, my foundation, and it shaped me into the person I am today. Even though I can’t wrestle this year, my love for the sport remains unshaken, and I look forward to seeing how the world of women’s wrestling continues to grow and evolve. No matter where life takes me, I’ll always carry the lessons and confidence wrestling gave me.