Without realizing, this joural/diary became a form of therapy. It has given me a form of expression that I didn’t have before. The stroke stole my ability to use my right hand to write physically. Think of that you authors who communicate so beautifully and seemingly effortlessly.
Each of my entries takes defined effort and focus in order for me to effectively communicate my thoughts to my audience. I hope I am successful on some level. You all choose to share your time to try and endure my posts which may be unpleasant and difficult to read. I am grateful for each of you doing so.
I.often compare my brain now ass akin to Swiss cheese. Memory, memory is memory, hole, memory, etcTrying to remember is often an exercise in futility and frustration.
Vixn has a sentence in her description. I read it yesterday and it hit me deeply. The sentence is “the devil whispered, ‘you cannot withstand the storm. I laughed and replied, ‘I AM the storm.’”
I loved this statement because I want this attitude to be mine in regards to this 8njury. This thing thinks I can’t handle itz? Well listen up it, IT CAN’T HANDLE ME!!!
Sincerely all y’all, thank you so much for your time, attention and caring. You don’t know what good it does for me and I do not have the ability to express it.
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