When the nurse told me I had an intracerebral hemorrhage stroke, I didn't understand or process it. I had no idea what had happened to me. When I was finally discharged, it hit me. It's a bitter pill to swallow in many ways.
I definitely have days where I say, "Why me?" and then I think, "Well, why not me? Who else? Who else besides me deserves this? None of us do."
I now treasure all the small moments that most people don’t really see or take for granted. The small things are magnified for me now. We have this endless pit within us, and it’s about continuing to dig in that pit for the strength to face adversity and to see all the beauty.
There’s fear, confusion, and frustration. I felt lost for a moment. I thought, "Now what?" Then I started rehab. Building up my strength involved not only movement but also faith.
