Three Weeks I Had No Memory Of | Trippy Story | Rehabilitation | Life Lessons | Roadz Of Life

The previous three weeks I had no memory of but a starved sickly skeleton with the beginnings of a shaggy thin beard. I hadn’t showered or fed, and apart from passing out from exhaustion on the rare occasion, for time frames I cannot recall, sleep was also completely non-existent. I was a deathly, rambling, mess. The scary bit at this stage, I didn’t have any depth of understanding toward the horrific nightmare I found myself within, nor the long term severity of the situation. Barely alive, survival. As the days blurred into months, into years, I blindly watched as realization slowly appeared. It was a cruel exhilaration as time stood still. Everything around me felt like a chaotic tornado, filled with random blurry objects that passed by too fast, never allowing the naked eye to comprehend or focus.

Recalling the intimate details of a cognitive and physical disability.❤️

The suffering, the silent suffering. The isolation trapped in your own maze, feeling distant to an outside world far removed. You reach out to grasp or find understanding, grappling at straws, you feel isolation in a torn trauma unable to re-describe the imagery of events. Too close yet blurred and broken, trapped and alone in the moments. Scarred, behind the four walls of your own skin, your mind unable to find the groove, a hostage inside your own thoughts. Smashed and scattered remains. Imagery not yet understood, burning emotions charged in a vacant block, never finding a way out, succumbing to facts and bowing in silence. Surrendering to be unknown yet screaming to be heard. Imagery sounds, tearing and torn, misty fog weaved in frenzied flashes and cutting saws, blaring horns, screaming sirens and smashing cymbals. Desperation in pacing and wandering through the corridors of the mind, now foreign inside yourself. Hollow and dusty like a flashlight and spider webs, caves and moist rocks. Dripping taps. Lost, in a maze. Trapped to wander the passage ways, desperate to find something. Anything, but not knowing what or where it is. Screaming, lost, feeling an eternity of loneliness, echoed, misunderstood silence.

A traumatic injury and disability, the filmmaker is also the subject, trying to find his way out of a coma like state. Searching for answers, he begins to interview strangers also experiencing extreme life circumstances.

Roadz Of Life is a full length documentary (movie) that explores some of the more difficult sides of life. Raw, thought provoking, sometimes funny. 🎥

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