When I got stranded in snow and thought I was going to die, in late 2016, I promised myself if I ever make it down alive I’d live a life without regrets.
But when I made it back home instead of living a full life, I spiraled into my worst state of depression and about to hit rock bottom.
Hopeless and desperate I gave myself a shot and committed to change – but if it didn’t work I was allowed to kill myself.
But now, I was nothing but a visually impaired, broke hobo with a fractured skull with a bleak future. But what’s next?

It hadn’t occurred to me that to the outside world I was an exclamation point or a question mark. To many I was the poor unlucky guy at work, who suddenly felt dizzy, fell and hit the head, among many things, on a screw – now on a wheelchair, head wrapped in bandage, IV wires dangling and gawd-knows-what-else.

Do you have an experience so extraordinary -and cruel-they are better off told rather than experienced?

Part of what makes a journey fun and interesting is that you never know what to expect. These unescapable uncertainties that litter our lives exercise tolerance and open mindedness. It gives us a chance to be wrong and learn something new. A chance to question what we perceive to be true or false – and to touch what was scary.

Sometimes I just could not find the right words to say. Searching for the right words to express abstract feelings, substituting symbols for meanings and vice versa, can be a struggle. But it doesn’t mean it is less true, it’s just some feelings are harder to transpose than others.

At times I cut myself open in search for something to say. But in the end, I didn’t need to say anything at all.

The heart communicates in abstract languages. Sometimes it’s best to tell a story when you just let the heart speak and trust what it has to say, even if it doesn’t have any words at all.