My healing story is simple. After my accident, I experienced multiple near-death encounters—very trippy, drifting between light and darkness—until I slipped into a coma with severe brain damage. At one point, my heart stopped. I crossed over, and in that space beyond, the last thing I heard—just before everything went silent—was a song. Not angelic choirs or heavenly bells, but 'Famous Last Words' by My Chemical Romance, a song I had on my track just before the crash.

“I’m not afraid to keep living or walk alone; if you stay, I’ll be forgiven, but nothing can stop me from going home.”

Those words stayed with me as I faded into unconsciousness. Even in the coma, I knew I wasn’t done.

A team of surgeons, including a plastic surgeon, worked on my body for over eight hours, carefully reconstructing the damage and stitching me up with about 50 stitches. That’s how medical doctors not only saved my pretty face, but my life.

When I woke up, the doctors warned me not to look in the mirror, that I would likely never walk again, and, as a bonus, being paralyzed, my speech would be deeply impaired. I don’t blame them—they were just repeating what they had been taught and what they had seen before. Just their stories. But deep down, I knew this wasn’t my story. Call it intuition, inner GPS, God’s truth, or a cosmic blast.

I had to learn to walk and talk again, but not just through conventional therapies. I spent hours meditating, imagining my body healing, and soaking in the sunlight from my hospital window. My main mantra, or the one my heart whispered to me during that time, was, "I am the son of the sun." At least I didn't need any sunscreen.

During my meditations, I focused on my damaged central nervous system—my brain, nerves, spinal cord, vocal cords, and all the broken connections. Bit by bit, I began to heal them with light. I could feel the energy moving through my body, restoring what had been lost. It wasn’t instant, but it was powerful.

After a few days, my voice began to strengthen. Within a week, I could speak again, though my voice was still shaky and in slow motion. Shortly after that, I started walking—barely, but I walked.

Doctors didn’t call my recovery a miracle. Instead, they said I was stubborn and ignorant for refusing another round of planned surgeries. At one point, I became frustrated and asked them to stop the hospital care. And again, the lyrics from My Chemical Romance echoed in my mind: “Nothing you can say can stop me from going home.”

It was more of an inner feeling than a pragmatic decision, and I don’t recommend it to anyone unless you’re 100% sure all the guardian angels, including your dead grandmother, are breathing down your neck. I left the hospital against medical advice.

But had I followed their prescribed story, I wouldn’t be where I am today. Not only can I walk—I run five miles every day. Had I believed their prognosis, I would have stayed stuck in their limited view of what was possible.

Don’t get me wrong—doctors are irreplaceable, and I’m deeply grateful for their care. But this experience made me question how much even the most skilled doctors truly understand about the human body and healing. My education is in two of the most impractical areas—psychology and art—yet I began asking simple questions that many doctors should be able to answer. One of them was: Which human organ never gets cancer?

Out of the hundreds of doctors I asked, only five answered correctly—the heart. While the heart can rarely be affected by cancer, it is never the origin. Why? Because modern medicine can’t explain it. If modern medicine can't explain it, then who are we supposed to turn to for the right—or even wrong—answers?

Medical knowledge may vary among doctors, but even the most skilled often miss the most important part: understanding. Knowledge comes from the mind; understanding comes from the heart. The heart—where high vibrational frequencies resonate strongest—is the only organ that is uniquely resistant to cancer.This shows that healing is more than biology.

In reality, where everything is either a miracle or nothing is, true healing goes beyond textbooks. What we call rare is often unexplored. What we call incurable is often misunderstood. Healing begins when we stop separating science from spirit. Healing begins when we replace the low-vibrational war with high-vibrational peace. That change heals.

And music? It saves lives as well, because of vibrational frequencies and energy. It’s shifting energy, smoothing through pain, and lifting us when we least expect it—reminding us that healing isn’t just physical. It’s emotional, mental, and spiritual. The healing power of music is beyond anything—like a human heart again, it’s simply felt.

At the very end, it’s your journey that truly matters. Your righteousness, your choices, your strength—it’s yours to define. Stay in the hospital, leave the hospital. Stay paralyzed or walk again. Life isn’t about copycatting, whether it’s doctors’ stories or anyone else’s. Own your mind—beautifully—and your heart’s narrative, or anything in between, unapologetically.

“Awake and unafraid, asleep or dead.“

Thanks for reading!