What brought me here

On December 14th, 2023, my life changed. What began as a simple winter weekend in the mountains turned into the beginning of a nightmare I never saw coming. I slipped on the ice while skiing and hit the back of my head. What followed was months of unbearable pain, confusion, medical dismissal, and isolation. At first, I was told it was just a "mild concussion" and that I’d be fine in a few days. But I wasn’t. I got worse.

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Every attempt to seek help became a battle. I was dismissed, laughed at, and told it was all in my head. Meanwhile, I couldn’t function. I couldn’t eat, I couldn’t move, I couldn’t sleep. I lost my income, my home, my friends, and the vibrant, passionate version of me I had worked so hard to become. The person who used to work long hours as a manager, travel the world, train at the gym, and light up every room with laughter... disappeared.

I spent months fighting for scans, appointments, and answers. I drained every savings account I had trying to find relief from private clinics and Chinese medicine to gym rehab and online courses. Nothing helped. For a while, I didn’t want to live anymore. Not because I didn’t love life, but because I couldn’t recognize the life I was living. The pain was all-consuming.

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Eventually, after a year and a half of pushing, a scan revealed a collapsed venous drainage point in my skull. The blood in my head wasn’t draining properly, causing unbearable pressure and terrifying seizures. I was right all along. But by then, the system had already failed me.

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The hardest part wasn’t just the physical pain. It was losing my identity. My relationship. My future. Trying to show up as a partner when I could barely lift my head. Watching the world move on while I lay in the dark. Mourning the version of me I used to be, and the version I hoped to become.

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This space is born from that loss. But it’s also born from something more powerful: the decision to live differently. To live honestly. To stop pretending everything is okay. To stop chasing a cure and instead start creating comfort, community, and clarity in the chaos.

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I don’t promise healing. I’m still walking this path myself. But I promise truth. I promise presence. And I promise that here, you will never be dismissed.

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If you live with pain, chronic, invisible, complex, you’re not alone. Whether you’re the one suffering, or someone who loves them... you belong here.

 

Welcome home.