Published Februar 21, 2026 in Blog

Losing myself to find myself again...

If you would have asked me a few years ago who I was, I would have answered without hesitation:
A doctor.
A high achiever.
A mother.
A wife.
A woman who handles things.

What I would not have said — because I did not realize it yet — was that somewhere along the way, I had slowly disappeared from my own life.

When Resilience Was Survival

My journey with resilience did not begin in a leadership role or during medical training in Switzerland.

It began in hospital rooms — as a patient.

I experienced HELLP syndrome and pre-eclampsia during pregnancy.
A moment where strength meant survival.
Where control vanished.
Where medicine suddenly felt very personal.

Later came a tibial plateau fracture — physically immobilizing me at a time when I was used to moving forward, always forward.

And then thyroid cancer.

Each diagnosis stripped away another layer of certainty.
Not only about my health — but about who I thought I was.

As a doctor, I was trained to manage crises.
As a woman, I was trained to endure.
But as a human being, I had never learned how to pause.

The Invisible Loss

What no one talks about is not only the physical recovery.
It’s the identity shift.

Somewhere between being a mother, a partner, a physician, a project leader, and a “strong woman,” I stopped asking myself a very simple question:
What do I need?

I was functioning. Performing. Achieving.
But internally, I felt disconnected.

I had built resilience around endurance — not awareness.
And slowly, I realized:
I was living in all my roles.

But I was no longer fully living as myself.

Illness as a Mirror

Illness has a way of confronting you with what truly matters.

It forced me to see that I am not only:
• a mother
• a wife
• a doctor
• a high performer
I am also a woman with limits.

With emotions.
With desires beyond achievement.

And perhaps the hardest realization:
I had abandoned myself in the process of trying to be everything for everyone else.

Redefining Resilience

Today, resilience means something entirely different to me.

It is not pushing through exhaustion.
It is not ignoring warning signs.
It is not wearing strength as armor.

Resilience is self-connection.

It is daring to slow down when the world expects speed.
It is setting boundaries without apologizing.
It is integrating ambition with well-being.

My experiences with HELLP, immobilisation, and cancer did not weaken me.

They softened me.
They deepened me.
They made me a more compassionate physician.

And a more conscious woman

Finding Myself Again

I am still in the process.

Still learning.
Still integrating.
Still redefining balance.

But this time, I am not trying to fit myself into my roles.
I am learning how to let my roles fit around who I truly am.

That is the essence of The Resilient Woman M.D.
Not perfection.
Not endless productivity.
But conscious strength.

Because resilience is not about surviving your life.
It is about coming home to yourself — while living it fully.