Seized by a Giant Hand

One moment, I was living my life — busy, focused, moving forward. Next, I was seized by something immense and invisible. It felt as though a giant hand had reached down and plucked me out of my life. A stroke doesn’t ask permission. It doesn’t give a warning. It just happens — and in an instant, everything changes.

After the stroke, time took on a strange new shape. It slowed, stretched, and slipped through my hands. I felt trapped between who I had been and who I was becoming — caught in limbo, like the figure in that hourglass. Every second that passed carried both loss and possibility. And it was in that unfamiliar space that something began to shift.

Recovery isn’t dramatic. It’s slow, quiet, stubborn work. It’s showing up for yourself on days you barely recognise your reflection. It’s finding small wins when your world has shrunk to the size of a room. But somewhere in the middle of that silence, my creativity began to stir. It didn’t arrive in a rush — it returned in fragments. And with it came a question I couldn’t shake:

What if I used this experience to help others tell their stories — before time slips through their fingers too?

That question led to Mind Your Media — not just a business, but a way of reclaiming my voice. A way to connect with others who feel stuck, unseen, or unsure of their next step. I don’t believe in loud marketing. I believe in honest stories, simple ideas, and creative sparks that move people. This business is built on resilience, not polish — on presence, not pressure.

Not big campaigns. Not high-pressure strategy.
Just honest, creative support for people who want to share their story — clearly, creatively, and in a way that fits their pace.

Because stories don’t have to shout to be heard.
And sometimes, your next chapter begins with something as small — and powerful — as saying hello.