The Day the World Fell Silent

11/11/1996
Thirty years ago, on Armistice Day, my world fell silent.

I was sixteen when a car swept me from the road. In a single second, everything changed.
As a teenager full of energy and movement, I was suddenly faced with stillness, dependence and uncertainty.
The years that followed were about recovery and survival. I fought to find my place again in a world that kept moving forward without me.

I kept going. Hard. Maybe too hard.
I pushed forward. Relentlessly. As if determination alone could carry me back to who I had been.
I wanted to get back to who I had been, to continue as if nothing had happened.
But that day had changed everything.

Some scars cannot be seen.

It took more than ten years before I truly understood that. My mind kept fighting, but my body could not go on. I could no longer escape what had been living beneath the surface all that time.
This experience has shaped me deeply. It influences how I see people, how I feel and how I experience the world around me.

'The Day the World Fell Silent' grows from that fracture.
Over the past year, I have explored the traces it has left behind.
How scars shape my perspective and how stillness can create a different way of seeing.

And in the end, it is about love.
The love that carried me through it all. The love that brought me to where I am today.
The love that made me stay.

11/11/2026