24/05/2026
It’s no secret I’ve lived with PTSD for 7 years. This is how running finally released the trauma my body held for so long, and how I’m now tapering off my medication. 👇
I didn’t know running would set me free.
Back in November, I started yoga-stacking, weight training, and glute kicks against the window pane. But my body needed more. Last year, I texted my teacher asking to run. He told me to wait. So, I put on comfy socks and just walked the terrace and stairs. Eventually, I found my sneakers in the garage, walked around the house, and then the village—just trying to stay in Zone 3.
A few days later, I slipped and injured my knees. But I’m not one to sit and wait! I researched recovery runs and found my ratio: 1-min run, 1-min power walk. On day three, despite fearing injury, I deeply believed that if I showed up, my muscles would learn.
That’s when it happened.
On my 6th lap, transitioning to a power walk, tears spilled out of control. A full, ugly cry down my face. I kept going, repeating the intervals. 🛑✨
My psychologist later explained that this crying was my mind finally releasing years of trauma—something no medicine or talking could replace. By pushing myself, I simulated a stress situation so intense that my mind finally realized it was safe enough to let go.
I originally started this to prepare for a Hyrox. Now, my goal is just a 5k a day because that post-run endorphin rush is the greatest high ever. 🏃♀️
If you know me, I used to be the person who drove to the closest mall parking spot. Walking was never on my bucket list. Doctors even said it’s a miracle my feet healed at all.
But now? I get in 1.5k before my day even starts. I run and power walk to places that used to terrify me—crossing roads, running into old alleys, and walking to the MRT station, laughing out loud. Here I am. 🤍
