Letters To Mila

To The Boy Who Died

To The Boy Who Loves Me   The first version of this piece was going to be a spoken word poem. “To The Boy Who Loves Me.” I pictured myself standing on a small stage in front of only a handful of people. In my vision, you were standing in the audience, watching me standing in the spotlight, proud, because you knew how much strength and courage it took for me to get up on that stage. Sharing this…

Dear Mila, My life is never going to be the same […] and in that discovery, I became empowered.  This quote has been lingering in my mind for quite some time now and I wanted to share it with you. It is from the movie “My Beautiful Broken Brain”. The film is about a young woman, Lotje Sodderland, who suffers from a stroke at the age of 34. When I saw the trailer for the film for the first time, I…

Dear Mila, It is exactly one year after my devastating accident in Sri Lanka and 360 days after having a stroke. It puts an official number on 365 days of suffering, hoping, tears, achievements, depression, medication, doctors, hospitals, screams, fear, anxiety, therapy: 1 Year. 365 days ago, on the backseat of a motorbike, my life would change forever. On the same day the year before I had just…

Depression and other story tellers: The stories they told!

Dear Mila, Guess what? You were not the only one reading my last letter to you. In fact, all of a sudden, it seemed like an incredible amount of people were interested in what I had to say to you. It was as scary as it was wonderful. I went from feeling like no-one would care if I died to receiving thank you messages from strangers for writing my letter. Isn’t that strange? First my friends told…

Depression And Other Story-Tellers: My Year Without Life

Dear Mila, There’s a story I’d like to tell you. Part of a story. Basically the latest chapter of one. Mine. For the whole past year I’ve been writing to you about the world, my discoveries, my life. Today, I will tell you about my death. And my resurrection. But first, there’s something you need to know: I like people with stories. People who had to fight. And people who’s fight made them kind…

It’s not DISability. It’s THIS ability...

... to be strong when you think you can’t be anymore. 

... to keep going when you don’t know where to.

... to dream light into darkness.

... to smile when you want to scream.

... to endure what no one else can imagine. 

... to live through your biggest fears with out despairing. 

... to survive dying over and over again. 

... to take every day step by step and be proud of it. 

... to walk alone and still find a way. 

... to find love in a room without light.

... to be honest. 

... to grow.

... to survive.