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Meet Mark
Inspiring, Determined, Dreamer
"A rare glimpse is given into a life that not many people know about, understand or can even imagine"
So, I’m a forty something bloke, a bit of a bogan. I like beer and Metallica. Then, ironically maybe, I’m quite educated. My three main areas of interest are business marketing, creative writing and human behaviour. Then, as more of a hobby, I’m also quite interested in personal development. Still, beyond my brain stuff, there is one part of my ife that defines me most, sadly. Yeah, I’m a ventilator dependant quadriplegic and this has been my life for the past twenty years. Kinda sucks. And subsequently, most of my life centres around my health routines while undeniably still trying to achieve.
My (Short) Story
My holiday of a lifetime took a drastic-u-turn, some freakish neurological event took place. The symptoms started as I got home, and how it played out, I began losing strength then movement in my limbs. Gone were my studies and career aspirations, all of a sudden I face-planted into the hospital system.
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Tests galore, specialists galore, but I never did end up with a diagnosis. Instead, as my physical decline continued, and as I began relying on things like mobility aids and ventilators, I didn’t really have anywhere to live. My needs were too high. So, I ended-up living in a few different care facilities.
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As the years began to pass, despite my continued search for answers and a cure, I settled into this weird institutional life. It sucked. I kinda lost myself. So, to re-discover who I was and to test my capabilities, I started a bucket list which led to some amazing adventures. But the most notable life development, I started writing a blog.
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I was always trying to share my journey, it was my way of helping people to understand the complexity in my life.
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To help me to understand the complexities, I started studying life coaching. This was awesome, and it re-ignited a fire in my heart to return to my uni studies again. Only disaster struck, another respiratory event, and this one resulted in a second tracheostomy.
After a long recovery, quite amazingly, I did manage to get back to on-campus studies. Bingo. My life purpose of becoming a biographical writer and adversity advocate unraveled.
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Next, after sixteen years of institutional living, I was able to move into my own apartment with my own staff team. Then I started a business.
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The journey rolls on.
