Starscream_UK
Really Experienced
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Not sure why I am doing this, but probably best to get it off my chest.
The trauma of a stroke. Specifically, the aftermath of it.
It is not only a medical crisis but a shattering of the human spirit, a sudden storm that tears through the body and leaves behind a silence that words can hardly carry. The questions in your head in those quiet moments. Will I recover? Can I recover? What will “I” look like? What will my sense of self be like?
Stroke is the trauma that rewrites the script of life without permission - it interrupts, it steals, it bends what once stood straight. You “know” that you’re different, and you may never be the same as before.
I’ve been thinking a lot about this recently. I could call it a blip, a speed bump, an obstacle - nothing really does justice to how weirdly derailing it is.
It's been 8 months since my basal ganglia stroke and the world looks very different now. The physical effects are receding but mental trauma is very much a thing.
The trauma of a stroke. Specifically, the aftermath of it.
It is not only a medical crisis but a shattering of the human spirit, a sudden storm that tears through the body and leaves behind a silence that words can hardly carry. The questions in your head in those quiet moments. Will I recover? Can I recover? What will “I” look like? What will my sense of self be like?
Stroke is the trauma that rewrites the script of life without permission - it interrupts, it steals, it bends what once stood straight. You “know” that you’re different, and you may never be the same as before.
I’ve been thinking a lot about this recently. I could call it a blip, a speed bump, an obstacle - nothing really does justice to how weirdly derailing it is.
It's been 8 months since my basal ganglia stroke and the world looks very different now. The physical effects are receding but mental trauma is very much a thing.
