It is six years later, and I am still here. At 34 I suffered a hemorrhagic stroke that paralysed my left side. I am now 40, and while I have recovered control of most of my body's left side, my left leg is still paralysed below the knee.
I still fatigue very easily under cognitive load. I am physically exhausted after being on my feet for roughly 20 minutes, my left leg unable to properly carry me and throwing my weight distribution, gait, and posture out of wack. I nap frequently and heavily. I am forgetful beyond normal forgetfulness.
However, a lot of good has happened in the six years following my stroke; I relearned to walk and even learned to run to some degree in the last couple of years. I married an amazing man last year, and we have adopted three beautiful cats together. I have completed a degree in Strategic Communication, and am now working on my honours in the hopes of taking my research into a PhD.
And yet despite how fortunate I have been following my stroke and recovery, I still mourn the life I lost. I know that I'm allowed to. I know that these feelings are valid. But a part of me can't help but feel guilty, as though I am being ungrateful. How do you reconcile that?
