I have often thought about my “limits.” Before my strokes, I might’ve been too arrogant to realize that I do have limits. I just thought I could handle everything. I thought I could do whatever I wanted in this world. In the “Merry Wives of Windsor.” Shakespeare reflected my old life: “Why, then the world is my oyster, Which I with sword will open.” It seems my oyster has a bitter aftertaste. I simply tired of fighting battles that I can’t win anymore. It was different when I knew I could conquer every hurdle. I could multitask and solve every problem wit h ease. Since my strokes, everyday is a challenge. And I am happy that from the outside, people I think that my recovery is complete. Mainly because I’m not paralyzed, But often I am paralyzed with a fear of failing. I am paralyzed because of my aphasia. Being a high-profile person in the community, I have a fear of making mistakes when I speak. “Word finding” is a problem especially ...
I am a stroke survivor. My blog is about my recovery, family, and possibilities.