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The Day I Stopped Waiting
Confidence After Stroke: Finding Yourself Again
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What I’m Beginning to Feel Again
finding yourself after stroke healing journey
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A Sense of Belonging: Walking My Way Back
You don’t always notice it right away…that quiet feeling of belonging. Sometimes, it shows up slowlyin movement, in stillness,in the simple act of showing up again. This was one of those moments. This evening, I went for a walk. Cars moved along the main street,but I could hear the birds above it all. The breeze…
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Finding Peace in Quiet Moments
A quiet moment, soft music, and simple observations—sometimes peace shows up in the smallest ways.
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Learning My Body in a Different Way
Learning my body in a different way led me to gut heath, healing and a new understanding of how to move forward.
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Something I Never Thought I’d Do Again
Something I never thought I’d do again – writing after stroke. A reflection on fear, healing and finding my voice again.
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The Little Things I Notice Now
I began noticing the little things that had always been there, the moments, sounds, and details I once moved past. Healing taught me how much they mattered.
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Catching Up With Myself: A Reflection on Healing
It’s been a while since I’ve written. When I finally sat down again, I realized how much life had quietly unfolded—through healing, growth, and moments I didn’t expect. This is a gentle catching up with myself.
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When I Walk
Sometimes I walk in silencenot because I have nothing to say,but because I need to listen. The world has its own language. Wind moving softly through the trees. Footsteps finding their rhythm again. The steady reminderthat I am still here. After my stroke,I learned peace doesn’t always arrive through words. Sometimes it comes through noticing…
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When the World Went Quiet, the Music Played
When words disappeared after my stroke, music became something more than comfort—it became connection, memory, and healing. This reflective poem shares how seventies music helped me reconnect with language, identity, and pieces of myself I thought were lost.
