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I write for my recovery. I write to get my words back. I write to give you a glimpse inside my mind. The mind of a survivor.
I write for my recovery. I write to get my words back. I write to give you a glimpse inside my mind. The mind of a survivor.
During the intense weeks of preparation, I couldn't help but feel the passion growing within me. It led me to some introspection—why this unwavering dedication to making this project meaningful and impactful?
Stroke recovery is most definitely an uphill-both-ways (and sometimes backwards!) slog. From the afflictions it leaves, to the emotional scars it imposes on loved ones, it is not for the weak of heart. But there is good news…
I know that my anger has caused pain, ripped away relationships and left scars. A gaggle of therapists, countless friends and acquaintances (and my very own sister) can attest to this. So, that leaves me considering the question, “Should I get mad or get even?”
From the ongoing impacts of the pandemic, to the ever-evolving political and environmental landscapes… they remind me of life's fragility.
It makes me think, how can we, as a community, grapple with everything life throws at us? How can we be resilient now?
The vision is simple yet powerful: to provide a safe space where anyone can learn about Stacie’s experience with stroke, from the comfort of their own home and in their own time. By offering this perspective, the platform becomes a valuable resource for stroke survivors and caregivers looking to navigate the recovery journey.
During those intense weeks of preparation, as we delved into a sea of questions from my mailing list, friends, family, and even those generated by AI, I couldn't help but feel the passion growing within me.
It led me to some introspection—why this unwavering dedication to making this project meaningful and impactful?
5 Things I Learned From Trail Running (that very serendipitously have everything to do with stroke transformation!)
To my friends, I always give the advice “Don’t be so hard on yourself!” or “Speak to yourself, the way that you would to a friend.” So why is it so hard for me to take my own advice? Why is it so hard to forgive ourselves?