The strongest
I have ever been
is right now.
At 45.
I grew up in a military family in India, moving every three years. I learned early that you adapt — or you fall behind. My father grew up with nothing and sacrificed everything so I could go to university. I graduated first in my class. Not because I was the smartest person in the room. Because I refused to stop.
I moved to the US and built a career in technology at top companies. On paper, everything was working. Underneath, my body had a different story — one it had been telling since the day I was born.
I was born with EDS. I just didn't know it yet. For 25 years I lived in this body not knowing why it worked differently. Then pregnancy changed everything. Hip pain. Pelvic instability. Knee pain. Tendon injuries that wouldn't heal. I went from doctor to doctor for two years before anyone said the words hypermobility or EDS.
Between 25 and 45: 8 surgeries. 7 shoulder dislocations. Countless procedures. A career I refused to stop building. And a body I had to rebuild — every single time.
Most people with EDS don't get diagnosed on time. I didn't either. And when I finally understood what was happening — it changed everything. I stopped being a patient. I became a student of my own healing. Now, at 45, I am the strongest I have ever been. And I became the guide I never had.

