
Exactly one year ago today, I was rushed into ICU with double pneumonia and myopericarditis for what ended up being one of the most traumatic event in my whole life.
It happened just like that, in the blink of an eye I just couldn’t breathe anymore.
Anxiety, exhaustion and depression got the best of me.
For all I know my body just told me to fuck off: let It go or die, basically.
I’ll never forget the 2 weeks I spent in the hospital during the Christmas holidays of 2024, the look on my relatives’ faces, the quiet yet overbearing presence of death, sirens, hospital food, daily visits and the smell of oxygen going through my respirator.
I got many invisible scars, as we all do, but today I’m alive and well, feeling blessed for all the love I’m surrounded with!
I remember reading this somewhere while in the hospital:
"Release for what was.
Gratitude for what is.
Hope for what will be."
May 2026 bring us peace,
see you there hopefully,
Antoine