Hi,

I don’t really know how to start this anymore.

Ten months ago, my wife — still so young, just 44 — suffered a massive stroke. The doctors told me to prepare for the worst… that it was too severe, that she probably wouldn’t make it. But she did. She survived. And since then, we’ve been living in a kind of fragile, painful hope, fighting every single day for even the smallest bit of progress.

I’m left alone most of the time with our 10-year-old son, who has ADHD and autism. I can’t work anymore. Everything I had saved is gone — spent on hospital visits, transport, medication, and simply trying to hold things together.

We are in the UK with no real support system around us. It’s just me and my son trying to survive each day. We still go to see Dominika twice a day, no matter how exhausted we are. We try to stay strong for her, to show her she’s not alone — but it’s getting harder and harder to keep going.

My son needs constant care and attention. Anyone who has raised a child with ADHD and autism knows it’s not just exhausting — it’s overwhelming in a way that never stops, not even for a moment. And now I’m doing it while carrying everything else on my shoulders too.

The hospital offered rehabilitation only once a week… and even that has barely happened this month. It feels like time is slipping away while we are just waiting, hoping, surviving.

Some days I feel like I’m disappearing inside all of this.

Thank you to anyone who even takes the time to read this. I wouldn’t wish this kind of life on anyone.

Have a good day.