Out Of The Way Of Time
6 July 2016
From collapse to clarity
A true story of survival, resilience, and the courage to rise again.
One man’s journey through trauma, recovery, and the unbreakable will to keep going.
A testament to hope, healing, and the strength found in our darkest moments.
Emotional & Reflective
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„"Nor is there anyone who loves, pursues, or desires to obtain pain of itself, because it is pain.,
A Message to Every Survivor Who Still Shows Up
This space is for you — the disabled, the brain‑injured, the mentally exhausted, the ones rebuilding yourselves quietly while the world keeps moving as if nothing happened.
You are not weak. You are not broken. You are not “less than.” You are living a life that demands more strength, more courage, and more resilience than most people will ever understand.
People see the outside — the smile, the good days, the moments where you look “fine.” But they don’t see the battles you fight before you even get out of bed. They don’t see the fog, the pain, the fatigue, the fear, the frustration, the invisible work your body and mind do just to get you through the day.
But I see you. And this space exists because of you.
You are the person who keeps going even when your body betrays you. You are the person who adapts, who finds workarounds, who learns patience you never asked for. You are the person who wakes up not knowing what version of yourself you’ll get — and still chooses to try.
That is strength. That is survival. That is courage.
And if you’ve ever felt alone in this… you’re not.
There is a whole world of us — survivors of trauma, stroke, TBI, disability, chronic illness, mental health battles — walking our own uneven paths, learning to live in bodies and minds that don’t always cooperate.
We are not defined by what happened to us. We are defined by what we do next.
By the way we rise. By the way we adapt. By the way we laugh, even when life feels unfair. By the way we keep standing, even when the ground shifts beneath us.
This website, this community, this message — it’s here to remind you of one truth:
You are still here. You are still fighting. You are still standing.
And that makes you extraordinary.
You don’t have to be perfect. You don’t have to be strong every day. You don’t have to pretend.
You just have to keep going — at your pace, in your way, on your terms.
And you don’t have to do it alone anymore.
I didn’t write my book because I wanted to be an author. I wrote it because for years, I carried a story that was too heavy to hold on my own.
A story of survival. A story of starting over — twice. A story of rebuilding a life that didn’t look anything like the one I had before.
But more than anything, I wrote it because I know there are people out there living in silence. People who wake up every day with a body that doesn’t cooperate. People who smile on the outside while fighting battles no one sees. People who feel like they’re “too much” or “not enough” at the same time. People who think they’re alone.
I wrote this book for them.
I wrote it for the survivors who don’t feel like survivors. For the ones who are tired of pretending they’re okay. For the ones rebuilding themselves quietly, piece by piece, while the world carries on around them.
I wrote it because life after trauma isn’t a straight line — it’s messy, funny, painful, ridiculous, hopeful, and human. And nobody talks about that part.
I wrote it because I wanted to show the truth: That you can fall apart and still stand back up. That you can lose everything and still find reasons to laugh. That you can be vulnerable and strong at the same time. That survival isn’t heroic — it’s stubborn, gritty, and often very, very unglamorous.
And I wrote it because if even one person reads it and thinks, “Finally… someone understands,” then every word was worth it.
This book isn’t about being perfect. It’s about being real. It’s about being human. It’s about still standing — even when the ground keeps shifting.
. If my story helps even one person feel seen, less alone, or a little more hopeful… then that’s why I wrote it.
