There’s a place where I go and get to not be handicapped-Anissa for a while. I go there and I get to be a little more the person I used to be. It’s healing. It teaches me to let go and just be the me that I want to be.
And not quite as with it.
But BACK, and that is more than I thought I would be. More than they told me possible.
This past week I had to help organize an event.
In the old days (pre-strokes), I could have done this with no help, no problem, time a-plenty.
As it was, some things had to be handled by others, there were issues to be corrected mid-stream, a post that should have taken me minutes took me hours.
But it was done.
With the patience and understanding of my friends, I was able to be what they needed.
For a few hours, I was the ME of yesterday.