How can darkness open an opportunity for Light?
How can a striking terrifying illness be the source of the meaning of life?
An intriguing paradox, only possible to understand by looking back and “connecting the dots”.

It happened in 2007, I was 27 years of age and living in the land of tapas. Months before, excited and exhausted for finishing my master’s degree in Art Direction, I had been hired for my dream job in an advertising agency. But I woke up one Tuesday morning, naïve about what was going to happen to me. I opened my eyes, and all of a sudden felt a part of me was freezing. I had lost the right side of my body. I was not only towards a body paralysis but towards a life paralysis.

Shocked and terrified, I was taken to Madrid’s hospital.

The paralysis happened progressively and fast. My right leg and arm were not moving nor had any sensation. I also became literally speechless; had full consciousness, but no words would come out my mouth.

There was no definitive diagnosis. I was told most likely I was not going to be able to walk, nor move my arm again. Tears were in vain hidden. My whole world vanished in front of my eyes in disbelief.

I had been so strong and sporty all my life. Nah. That prophecy is not for me. You’ll see me walking out of this hospital. I said with a slow marble shuttering voice; the voice that started to re-appear after a week of lying on the hospital bed. Their answer: So cute. If only all patients were so positive as you.

Two weeks felt like an eternity. Still incapable of even sitting for 10 minutes, and the wheelchair the only way of moving, I had to make crucial decisions. I decided to go to my hometown Venezuela to find a second and third opinion.

Dad on the right, mum on the left, three minutes per step and with my head spinning, I did make it to the hospital door in crutches.

After endless tests, the verdict was outspoken. A demyelinating neurological injury – clinically viewed as MS.


Still feeling in limbo land, I chose to try a different approach from what was usually suggested by traditional doctors. The personal and physical work that I went through was massive with no guaranty. From neuroimmunology medicine, psychology and healthy diets to chakra balancing, meditation and visualisation. From learning how to move a finger, grab a glass, to learning how to crawl; something I didn’t know I had to do before I could learn how to walk. I was born again. I was given a second chance.

Walking is not my best attractive feature, and don’t even mention high heels. In my worst days, I walk like ‘point, coma’. But I learnt a very important lesson: I’m capable of getting up after falling. Knowing my weakness made me stronger. And knowing more about me has helped me move towards a life that I wanted, a life with peace of mind.

I was able to overcome the horrible experience after a long and hardworking recovery process, which I now thank for. If I could do it, so can you.