How to directly help the people of Ukraine stay alive
Today is my 14th Alive Day, and to mark it I’m directly helping people in Ukraine stay alive. (At the end of this post, I tell the story of my Alive Day at the end of this post for those who didn’t know me 14 years ago.)
My friend and Cambridge classmate, Iuliia Takhtarova, is from Ukraine and raising money to buy tourniquets for her fellow Ukrainians as they head to the frontlines of the war to fight for their country. All this money will be used to directly help them. Tourniquets save lives. I made a donation and I hope you will, too.
A talented public speaker who’s curated over 150 TEDx speeches by NGO and business leaders, ambassadors, and government officials, Iuliia will provide a 45-minute individual session on impact-driven pitches and presentations to every donor who makes a $60+donation (the price of 2 high-quality tourniquets from a repurtable supplier). She will also provide all donors of any size with a detailed update on the impact of their gift. She has set up a Paypal account specifically for this fundraiser: takhtarovajulia@gmail.com. You can find more information about the fundraiser on her LinkedIn post: Iuliia’s fundraiser for Ukraine tourniquets.
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A bit more about my Alive Day for those who have never heard the story:
Though I have never been in a war, I know what it feels like to lose a home. 14 years ago on this day I had to run for my life away from flames and into the terrifying void that followed. My neighbor accidentally set fire to her gas stove. Rather than turn off the gas, she ran out of the building and the rest of the building caught fire. I was home, just out of the shower, and went into the kitchen where I heard the radiator ticking on a very hot day. A closer look and I realized the tiles on my kitchen floor were heaving up and down. I grabbed my keys and went downstairs to see what was going on.
Seconds later I was surrounded by thick, black, noxious smoke. I had no idea where the smoke was coming from but I knew I had to get out of that building if I wanted to stay alive. I couldn’t see my hand in front of my face and I ran for my life down 4 flights of stairs. At one point, I was flying so quickly that I felt as if I was being carried.
Out on the sidewalk, I was covered in soot and shaking as I stared at my building. Flames shot out of every window as the New York City fire truck sirens blared. Later I would learn that I was seconds away from running right into the flames when the fire in my neighbor’s apartment got so hot that the front door fell off its hinges and the entire hallway was engulfed in flames.
I was lucky to be alive, and the trauma from losing almost all my belongings, my home, and nearly my life started me on a difficult years-long mental health journey as I reckoned with an entire lifetime of trauma and unrelenting PTSD. It got so unbearable at one point that I considered jumping from the roof of my new apartment building months later. When PTSD has you in its clutches, life feels hopeless. I found hope in writing and in nature, but I still needed professional help.
I was lucky to get years of therapy with Brian, my incredible therapist who remains a blessing in my life today. He led me through the darkness and for the first time in my life, into the light. This experience is why I’m such an enormous advocate for mental health, and why today I don’t take a moment of life for granted. I know how chancey it can be. We have to help each other along the road in any and every way we can.
A much longer version of my Alive Day story with more details about how writing became my lifeline is at https://itstartsatmidnight.com/2017/10/shatteringstigmas-guest-post-writing-frees-us-free-others/.