ADIL BOUTAHLI

LEARNING TO LIVE AGAIN

After leaving the intensive care unit, I was transferred for rehabilitation.

My recovery required tremendous effort.

For nearly a year, rehabilitation became my daily life.

Physical therapy, speech therapy, occupational therapy, and medical treatments filled my days. Every small movement became a challenge.

At first, I could not speak properly.

I could not move my legs.

My right arm was severely affected.

The therapists helped me relearn many activities that most people take for granted.

Every morning began with therapy sessions. I worked to strengthen my body, improve my speech, and regain as much independence as possible.

The staff became like family.

They encouraged me during difficult moments and celebrated every small achievement.

Despite the support, there were many emotional struggles.

I experienced nightmares about the robbery.

I struggled with fear, sadness, and uncertainty.

I wondered what my future would look like.

Would I ever work again?

Would I ever play sports again?

Would I ever live independently?

When the time came to leave rehabilitation, I felt both happiness and fear.

The hospital had become my second home.

Returning to my apartment felt like beginning life all over again.

My mother remained by my side and helped me through the transition.

I continued receiving therapy at home and attended outpatient rehabilitation several days each week.

I underwent additional surgeries and continued working toward greater independence.

Although life had changed dramatically, I refused to surrender.

One day, my rehabilitation team introduced me to an adaptive sports program.

The sport was wheelchair tennis.

At that moment, I had no idea that tennis would eventually save my life and give me a new dream.