Something is happening. Not sure if it’s the increase in my anti-depressants, the dopamine high from cleaning my house today, or the hope of the program I’ll be attending for outpatient therapy for folks who are trying to adjust to life changes, or if I’m on the edge of the precipice of healing; I feel…
Discernment: (in spiritual context) perception in the absence of judgment with a view to obtaining spiritual direction and understanding: without providing for a time of healing and discernment, there will be no hope of living through this present moment without a shattering of our common life. It seems I’m given many opportunities to discover this. …
So, last week after I posted my last piece, I asked Ashley what she thought. She said, “You’re depressed”. She wasn’t wrong. When it comes to self-care, I forget, that there are two types of self-care in my world, self-soothing, and God-soothing. Prior to that last post, I had been doing a lot of self-soothing. …
I’m just going to say it. I have a wonderful life. I love my wife, she’s awesome! I love my family and I love my many dear friends. I am truly blessed. But as I sit here on Nantucket, looking out at the sea…I’m tired. I feel like the stroke recovery thing is too much…
Recently, I was watching a television series. At some point in the story, suddenly it was like I was watching “A Few Good Men”, the dialog was nearly word for word when Tom Cruz has Jack Nicholson on the stand. “You can’t possibly fathom…”. This irritated me. I had no idea why, it just did….
This month I will be sixty-two years old. My stroke happened the week of my birthday three years ago. Right after that, I managed to go back to work for a month or two, only to realize my brain no longer worked properly, my brother passed away, the pandemic started, and we moved to a…
Is it too much, for someone with right-sided neglect, cognitive and executive function impairment, to play the drums? Really, if there are any drummers out there, please comment on how you’re working it out. I started occupational therapy (OT), again; I had it right after the stroke, but right after the stroke, you really don’t…
I had a realization this week. Stroke recovery is a lot like getting sober, something I did a long time ago. I have to get to meetings, meet new people/friends, figure out what I can do with my time, learn how to have fun with my new body, and I have to eat, sleep and…
I did it! On Monday, I took an Uber to the meeting house, went in, introduced myself as being new to the Club House. I was very proud of myself. It was a huge step for me. As I anticipated, the white cane does put people off a bit, but I’m okay with that, they’ll…
Today it hit me. I’m struggling to move on from the stroke, if I move on that means I’ve accepted my life has irreparably changed. There is no going back to my pre-stroke life. I continue to wait for the day when I’ll get off the fence and realize, my sight is not coming back. …