Four years ago, a stroke abruptly changed my life.
Severe right-sided spasticity in my forearm and hand caused pain, cramps, and significant limitations in movement. Things that used to be taken for granted became a daily challenge.
Spasticity is caused by damage to the central nervous system. The muscles are under constant tension, reacting uncontrollably and often painfully. For me, this meant little control, hardly any rest, and a constant strain.
About three years ago, something began that I didn't initially consider therapy.
I remembered my childhood home—the smell of metal, the smelting furnace, and the tools of goldsmithing and watchmaking. So I got them out: old files, handpieces, gravers. No rehabilitation equipment, no prescribed methods—just a goldsmith's workbench and my own determination.
What began as a joy in working and being creative quickly became routine. I spent time at the workbench every day, working slowly, with focus, and without pressure. Every movement had a purpose; every fine motor task demanded precisely what my right hand had long lacked.
After a few months, the effect became apparent: greater mobility, fewer cramps, significantly less spasticity. Today, pain and cramps hardly affect me anymore. Control is back—and with it, a renewed zest for life.