The Story
I survived death.
Then I had to learn how to live.
In 2011, I was attacked leaving a nightclub. Fractured skull. Bleed on the brain. Zero brain activity. Doctors told my parents I would never wake up and planned to pull the plug.
I woke up. But for years after, I wasn't really living. I was a car mechanic for over a decade a job I chose but never really wanted. Wrong circle. No vision. Waking up every day with that hollow feeling asking: "Is this really it?"
Then a friend challenged me to quit my job in one week. I did. I booked a one-way ticket to Latin America and backpacked solo from Mexico all the way down to Brazil and back up again. I sat with ayahuasca multiple times in Colombia. I faced myself in ways I never had before. I did the deepest, most uncomfortable, most life-changing inner work of my life.
"Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside you while you live."
What I found underneath all of it was the version of myself that had survived for a reason. This is that story.
