Posted on July 13, 2025

I began posting my blogs never once thinking about readers. Writing was simply therapy—a way to make sense of life after a ruptured brain aneurysm nearly killed me, stealing my memories and identity.

I’d been posting for weeks when, one day, I decided to fill out my blog profile properly. That’s when I discovered the analytics tab.

Out of curiosity, I clicked to see what it measured… and I was stunned. People were actually reading what I’d written—hundreds of them!

Given my cognitive difficulties, I assumed I’d misread the data. I called my wife over to double-check. She confirmed it. They were real. People were reading.

It’s no exaggeration to say that, in that moment, for the first time since waking up in hospital over a year earlier, I felt a meaningful life was possible.

That small group of blog readers did more for my healing than seven months in a neurological rehabilitation centre ever had.

When my brain aneurysm ruptured, it shattered my life into a million pieces.

I began blogging simply as therapy—a purposeful activity to help me feel connected again.

But it’s grown into something far deeper.

Through a growing readership, I’ve gained a connection to the world that reaches beyond the body trying to keep me prisoner.

A voice that says I’m here. I’m still living.

And a sense of purpose that’s helped craft a new identity.

With every read of my blog, you’ve helped piece me back together.

So this is me, thanking you—for reading, for helping me heal, and for walking beside me.

My recovery isn’t a journey to a fixed destination. It’s a journey of discovery.

One I hope you’ll continue to follow by reading my blog.

Each of you is a testament to the power of community and the healing strength of human connection.

To me, you’re more than readers.

You’re the foundation of my recovery.

With heartfelt thanks and much love,
Dusty