Was it a stroke of luck?“You’re lucky.” It’s a phrase I’ve heard often since my stroke—lucky to have my sight, lucky to have avoided more severe deficits, and lucky to be here.
I don’t feel lucky about what happened. But I do feel grounded in gratitude for the path of healing I’m on, for the people walking beside me, and for the ways this experience continues to shape how I see myself and the world. This blog is where I make sense of that journey in real time—through story, reflection, and the quiet work of rebuilding. |
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Chapter 2: Self Love Day 15: Write an encouraging letter to your younger self. Hey Tania -
Just a quick note to let you know you're resilient and are capable of so many amazing moments if you pay attention to where you are and live in that moment. Be mindful and stay present - it will serve you well. Keep your eyes fixed forward no matter what happens and keep pressing on - you'll get through it, I promise. Just one word of caution - don't get too tough. It takes a while to thaw and you might miss opportunities to connect with people. ❤️☮️ Me |
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