Marcio Araujo

In April of 2023, everything changed. I had two strokes that left the entire left side of my body paralyzed, and just like that, my life cracked wide open. Work? Gone. My daily rhythm? Obliterated. Depression came barreling in. But somehow, writing stayed. At first, it was just survival. Scribbling thoughts, dumping feelings, trying to make sense of a life that no longer made sense. No grand breakthroughs. No motivational poster moments. Just words. Raw, messy, honest words. One after …