I thought my life was finished - but Alhamdulillah it wasn’t

Assalamu alaikum. I’m a 34-year-old man. When I was 16, I fell from a tree and never walked again. Back then I truly believed my life was over. My dream of becoming a doctor vanished and I assumed I’d never have what people call a “normal” life. Yet somehow, deep down, I felt that this hardship was for a reason. Over time I came to believe it was ultimately for my good. For years I worried about what would happen after my parents are gone. Who will care for me? Who will support me? Eventually I decided that feeling sorry for myself wouldn’t help. I taught myself programming and UI/UX design and started freelancing from home. Within five years I managed to build a house for my family and send my father on Umrah. Alhamdulillah. The worst days now feel like a bad dream. I’m thinking about moving to another country. I’m from North Africa and the infrastructure here is really difficult for wheelchair users. I don’t want to go alone though. Marriage prospects here seem slim. Many women I meet feel materialistic, and I hardly meet anyone at all, even online. I’m mostly a loner. My days are spent working, writing, or playing video games. I love nature, photography, and traveling, but there isn’t much opportunity here, which is why I want to go abroad. Sometimes I see others in similar situations who got married and had children, and I wonder why I’m still alone. Maybe you’re waiting for a punchline. Truth is, I don’t have all the answers. I don’t know if I should marry, move alone, or if I just needed to say this out loud. I have no close friends, few relatives, and little chance to meet someone. But my closest companion is Allah - He knows everything about me and He’s the reason I’m still here. To anyone suffering alone in the dark, to every lonely Muslim: you are not truly alone. Allah knows the tiniest things, even a leaf falling from a tree. He knows what’s in your heart, so don’t lose hope, my brother/sister.