Migraine Survivor on allekirjoittaneen ensimmäinen kirjallinen tuotos. Kirja ilmestyy englanniksi audioversiona alkuvuodesta 2019. Kirja kertoo lapsuus ja nuoruusvuosistani aina varusmiespalveluun saakka. Kun suunnittelin kirjan tekemistä päädyin siihen, että kirjoitan oman kirjan liittyen elämän alkutaipaleeseen ennen uralle siirtymistä, sillä noihin alkuvuosiin kätkeytyy loppujen lopuksi iso syy miksi ajauduin hoitamaan kroonista migreeniä sairastavia. Päätin, että kiitokseksi vuodesta 2018 julkaisen Blue Bear Post-blogin kautta kirjan kaksi ensimmäistä kappaletta. Toivon sinulle antoisia lukuhetkiä.

Migraine Survivor

Early Days

Early days of my life were very happy. We lived in a farm on a countryside on the island called Paalasmaa. It is located in Lake Pielinen which is one of the biggest lakes in Finland. Life on an island is a usual thing in my country. Finland is also called Land of a Thousands of lakes, and there are thousands of small islands in them too.

So, my family was living on an island five square kilometers wide. It was the biggest one out of small chain of three island leading to the ‘big land’. In those times its population was about 100 people. Mostly farmers, like us. Small number of kids and no kindergarten nearer than 15 kilometers away led to happy childhood of said kids. During the summer we were swimming and riding a bicycle, and in winter we were skiing. Growing older we also were doing cross-country skiing.

But all that we did in a spare time. Farm life is very busy and full of work of all kinds. When the kids are too small to help their parents on the summertime, they are laying or sitting on the edge of the field while adults and older kids are working. As soon as they are big enough to help, they join the family and rake up hay or do other stuff like that.

I have older two brothers and a sister, and we all were doing our fair share of work.  On a farm there are a million things to do. Plus, it requires and develops lots of handcraft skills. It may sound boring, but it also was a fun, at least sometimes. I don’t remember that any of us questioned our duties or complained about it. It just didn’t occur to me to say, ‘nah, I don’t want to work on a hayfield/in the barn/ or whatever it was supposed to be’. I just did. All of us just kept going and did what we had to do.

I am very grateful to those years. They taught me the work ethics and the value of hard work. I learned to move forward, never look back and never quit. You just have to keep on moving forward no matter what. Because if you stop, moan and complain about what happened in the past, you lose the momentum, you lose your life, you don’t succeed. You don’t reach your goals. I think that my surviving mentality really started to for at the early age due to hard work.

Besides, those were very good days because I was spending a lot of time with my dad. All my siblings were at school and I remember I was sitting on dad’s lap when he was doing something. Or sitting with him in the tractor cabin while he was working on a filed. Or sitting in the barn and helping him as much as I could. Or just hanging around watching what he or mom were doing.

Of course, I did a bit of what all the kids are doing, like sandcastles and so on. During the wintertime I was digging caves in the snow. In those years we had heavy snowy winters. Often there were more than three meters of snow. So, you could dig all sort of caves or anything else you could imagine from snow. And don’t forget about snowmen and playing in snowballs. Real fun! Those were the happiest days of my childhood in many ways. It was happy and very innocent time that ended very fast when I went to school, but that is a story of the next chapter.