By Kenny Carmody | Substack.com/@KennyCarmody
Five years ago, I was a healthy, very active man in the prime of my life—an artist by heart and soul who had travelled to over 100 countries, maintained peak health and fitness, and ran or hiked miles in nature almost every day. Simple, full, and free.
Then, on July 21, 2021, I received the Moderna COVID vaccine. I felt it the moment it entered my body. Within days, a cytokine storm triggered a rare neuromuscular disease and multisystem damage. I went from the ICU to six brutal weeks in hospital, and nothing has been the same since.
Today, I am mostly bedridden, confined to my bedroom. I cannot work. I cannot drive. I cannot grocery shop. I can barely walk more than short distances on my best days. I have not travelled farther than a quarter mile from my house in years.
Every single day, I endure ischemic stroke-like episodes, a partially paralyzed diaphragm that makes breathing a struggle, severe neuropathic pain, esophagus and larynx spasms, severe swallowing issues that make eating difficult, severe trigeminal and occipital neuralgia, crushing fatigue, dysphagia that turns eating into an hour-long ordeal, neurodegeneration and neuromuscular disease diagnosed as ALS (Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis), unspecified, and waves of symptoms that force me to be bedridden.
Doctors mostly dismissed me as psychosomatic, anxious, or worse. One diagnosis I had to sue to have removed from my record. I spent over $60,000 chasing every treatment the injured community has tried. Nothing gave lasting relief. I became my own doctor, turning to sunlight, grounding, circadian alignment, nature, and my faith in God—which is what carries me when the body wants to quit.
For three years, I have spoken out, documenting my journey, writing on X and Substack, calling for acknowledgment, proper diagnostic codes, real care, and accountability for what was done to us. I stand with every vaccine-injured person who has been denied, dismissed, and abandoned.
Yet suddenly, the story has gone silent. People are no longer talking about the people who became severely disabled after one shot. Support has dwindled. The institutions that told us it was safe have offered no honest accounting. No real acknowledgment. No justice.
The reality is that we did not recover when the headlines ended. We are still here. I am still here. Still mostly bedridden. 2026 has been brutal. Still fighting every single day. Still waiting for the truth to be told.
Please share this—not for sympathy, but because thousands of vaccine-injured people deserve to know they have not been forgotten.
Prayer is what this world needs more than ever. Please don’t stop believing and dreaming of a better world. God is not finished with us yet.
May God bless you, and peace be with you.
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