My Journey

I'm not Handicapped, I'm Handicapable.
(and no i didnt get that from due date lol)

I left home and drove from nj to california in search of an independent life and safe access to my medicine* so i can live. It's been an interesting journey, lots of ups, lots of downs, and even though I am now weaker than ever...nothing will ever stop me from living my dream, regardless of how long I get to live.

Life is too precious and short to waste time. And I'm Ready.

The three videos below are before and after i left nj, an interview with the Washington Post during my road trip, some audition, and one other one hahaha idk i didnt set up the web site, im kinda lost there :P below that are blog entries! thank you!

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Help to save Mikey's life

As you know, Mikey has always been able to smile through the pain, no matter what, until recently. The pain in his stomach is now worse than ever and has led to an inability to eat, causing rapid weight loss. At 6'1", he's a meager 75 lbs and dropping fast. It's getting more difficult for Mikey to smile through the pain and fear.

One of the only places where Mikey can get help is the MAYO clinic in Minnesota. There, a team of specialized doctors will work together to figure out how his illnesses affect each other and can be treated to restore health and balance to his body so he can keep living his incredible life.

All of this obviously comes with a large amount of costs, which can only be covered with the help and donations of as many people as possible – even if it's just a dollar. Please click on one of the two following links to access the crowd funding campaigns that will help Mikey get better. Thank you!


Be the miracle

About 3 years ago, I weighed about 78 lbs, was on 12 mg of benzos a night, and I couldn't eat without hell to follow. Stress and negativity in my life had gone straight to my gut, completely messing up my digestion. Things weren't looking so good for me. For a very brief moment in time, I thought that was it for me. I was exhausted, malnourished, and under helped. 

I did not give up. I did not give in. I didn't listen to the doctors that had no clue. I didn't take no for an answer. For a couple months I would go to to the emergency room every few days, about 10 times a month. I was on a first name basis with the ambulance drivers, who gave me the option of where to go. Each time I picked a different hospital hoping to meet that one doctor who would help me....  I never met him. 

There's a point in everyone's life where things become so tough that there are two outcomes, success or failure. It makes us, or it breaks us. I had options, accept the uncertainty, or to be the miracle. That moment came to me after I had mistakingly went to Mayo clinic in Minnesota, and they gave my a J tube because I "Smoked too much marijuana".  I remember very clearly. I was sitting in my room, I just had a shower, and was feeling so fresh and so clean, then I something wet in my crotch... It was my feeding tube, it opened up. It leaked stomach acid into a pool in my lap. Between that moment, and having to chemically burn the skin coming out of my J tube every few days. I was done, and I made a decision right there and then. I was going to fix my stomach one way or another, because I had two things on my mind. SUSHI AND STEAK! There was no more anger, no more frustration, it turned to complete motivation and drive. There was no other alternative for me. The magic ingredient? LOVE, lots and lots of love. If I was angry, I would have stayed in the situation I was in. I had LOVE all around me, I had love in me. I stayed happy, positive, and smiling! My friends, family, online family, sent me so many prayers and positive thoughts that it was impossible for me to fail.  

Here I am, about to eat shabu shabu. Celebrating life and loving every second. There nothing I can't do :)


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