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To The Boy Who Died
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…
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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. …
This Wild Life
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…
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This Wild Life
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…
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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. ...
Depression and other story tellers: The stories they told!
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…
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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 lif...
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 lif...
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 lif...
Depression And Other Story-Tellers: My Year Without Life
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…
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I HAVE NEVER HIT REBLOG SO FAST IN MY LIFE.
I JUST BROKE MY MOUSE
for a second i had to think about which type of mouse you were talking about
BUT HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED YOU AN ACTUAL LIVING CREATURE FOR TUMBLR
Ryan McHenry, creator of the “Ryan Gosling won’t eat his cereal” vines recently passed away from cancer at the age of 27. Ryan created this vine in his memory. You can donate to a fund to support sarcoma research here.
Disability
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.
... to live.
For the first time since my stroke I went back to the gym at Uni. Not only did I go to do sports, no I went to do Bouldering! YES, Indeed. And not only did I climb, I almost climbed to the top. And not only that, I also jumped down. Which for me is HUGE because I have terrible vertigo. And I lasted the whole hour and it felt GOOD to use my body, and that BOTH SIDES worked the same! Yay for my body and mind, please!
I suffered a stroke.
Sometimes I feel alone, but then other times I feel surrounded. Some could attribute this to the fluctuating hormones which are the side effect of being a teenager, some will attribute this to me being whiny and pathetic, others understand. When you have spent the 35 consecutive days in a hospital you tend to feel this way (no matter what age you are). I suffered a stroke. The words don’t feel real. I suffered a stroke. I have to repeat myself to try and convince myself that it actually happened it wasn’t just a nightmare from a different reality. I suffered a stroke. I am just letting that sink in. Now to understand why I can’t understand this look back at the second line. I am a teenager, a senior in highschool, in the prime of my athletic life. Prior to Jan 14 I ran three miles daily, attended swim practice three times a week and ate pretty healthy (besides the occasional round of fries). I suffered a stroke. Make sense now? Do you understand why I still can’t believe it?
Doctors don’t understand it, my family doesn’t understand it, and I certainly don’t. I am feeling this and having this happen to me and I feel the most isolated I have ever felt in my life. I feel helpless. And when i watch the ads on tv about preventing stroke and heart attack I want to scream at the television. By all means I should be walking right now, partying and enjoying my senior year of highschool. I unconsciously took every step necessary to prevent a stroke and yet, here I am.’
I guess I’m saying nothing and I am saying everything about myself. i am still in shock and I think thats ok, at least I hope it is. I just want to be a part of something. I just want to feel like I belong somewhere and I just don’t
This touched me so much because it expresses exactly my feelings after my stroke, 8 months ago. And I still feel alone. I’m making progress but ı’m still missing my old life, old me. I had a similiar lifestyle and the fact that I had to suffer from this is unbelievable. It’s hard to see a light. ı’m lonely too, and I feel like I don’t belong, too. Thanks for writing this!
A day to believe in heroes
A day to believe in heroes
Dear Mila,
Today is one of those days I’d like to believe in God. Maybe it would be easier to understand why live goes the way it does. Why things happen that one can never understand or grasp, things no one will ever be able to see a reason or sense behind. Things happen because they do and they can shake you to your deepest core and sometimes people will never overcome the pain they bring.
Tod…
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