My Story
Why I work this way
Last year, an 18-wheel truck ran me over. I survived, and spent the months after learning what it means to rebuild — slowly, with only what actually matters.
It happened on the morning of March 5, 2025. I was 21. The truck went over my body. I arrived at the hospital with a liver laceration, a pancreatic transection, kidney injuries on both sides, an unstable pelvic fracture, and a concussion. I spent weeks in the ICU through multiple surgeries, and months in recovery learning to sit up, then stand, then walk.
I moved to Koh Phangan with nothing planned and built this studio from there. The quiet you feel on this site isn't a style choice. It's how I learned to work.
— Mill
