Category: life after stroke

  • The View From Here – Spoken Poem

    The View From Here – Spoken Poem

    I thought healing would simply bring me back to the person I remembered. Instead, I discover someone new. This poem is about unexpected growth, second chances, and seeing life from a different view.

  • The Heart Behind Every Creation

    The Heart Behind Every Creation

    Some ideas refuse to leave until they become something worth sharing. This reflection explores creativity, love, and the hope of touching another heart.

  • One Question Leads to Another

    One Question Leads to Another

    One question has a way of leading to another. Somewhere along the journey, learning stopped being about finding answers and became a way of experiencing life.

  • Why I Still Love Learning

    Why I Still Love Learning

    I’ve loved learning for as long as I can remember. Looking back, I realize that curiosity prepared me for far more than I ever imagined.

  • I’m Not Where I Was Anymore

    I’m Not Where I Was Anymore

    There was a time when everything felt harder. Not just physically, but in ways I didn’t always know how to explain. Even now, I still have my moments. This morning was one of them. Things didn’t go the way I planned. There was noise in the house, distractions pulling me in different directions, and before…

  • When Starting Again Feels Like a Battle

    When Starting Again Feels Like a Battle

    This morning didn’t go the way I planned. There was chaos in the house, and I didn’t do my physical therapy. I knew it, and I could feel it weighing on me. It stayed with me longer than I wanted it to. Not loud, not overwhelming… just there. Sitting in the background, reminding me that…

  • The Way She Listened – How Being Heard Changed Me

    The Way She Listened – How Being Heard Changed Me

    The way she s listened changed everything. A reflection on being heard, rebuilding self-esteem and finding my voice again.

  • A Sense of Belonging: Walking My Way Back

    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…

  • When I Choose to Walk Away

    When I Choose to Walk Away

    There was a time I walked awaybecause my brain couldn’t keep upwith what was happening around me. After my stroke… it wasn’t that I couldn’t hear. I could hear everything. That was the problem. My brain couldn’t take what it was hearingand put it in order. It couldn’t move from one momentto the next in…

  • What My Days Look Like Now

    What My Days Look Like Now

    Most mornings begin the same. I wake up in pain. Maybe that’s not what you expected to hear…but it’s my reality right now. The pain comes from surgery…from healing…from a body still finding its way back. And still I get up. Because I’ve decided… to become strongerso I can finally do the thingsI’ve wanted to…