Before I knew who I was, I knew I loved to draw. After my accident, I thought I lost everything—but I still had that gift. I turned my passion for sketching into designing signs, posters, and even celebrity portraits. What started as survival turned into purpose.
Art wasn’t just therapy. It was how I told my story. When the world saw disability, my designs showed strength. When people gave up on me, I built something for myself. My art gave me my voice—and now my voice has written this book.
Whether it was a $200 job from a stranger or a banner made in my living room, every piece of work reminded me: you can create your own way out.