Aphasia Will Not Be Silent
Thoughts about life after stroke and brain trauma written by people with aphasia.
On this “Thanksgiving Day” as I give thanks to my grateful heart, I also give thanks to grace for my endless love of life.
Like the beautiful autumn leaves that fall from the trees, I try to rekindle each day as if it is a new beginning.
On this autumn day, as I rise to higher ground in my beautiful balloon, I realize I am falling madly in love with the sunshine.
As I sit near the mulberry tree waiting for my blessings to return, blessings of memories I lost during my stroke, I began to feel...
I am Aphasia, the flower in the field that picks you up when you have no doubt Yes, I am Aphasia, with my beautiful pink petals
Three years ago, on April 2nd, I had a stroke which debilitated my speech and hindered my movements. Today, I live to tell the story how I came out on the other side by accepting the April Showers from my stroke that rose into beautiful May Flowers.
As your heart protects and shields you, from the sky to hallow ground, listen to your heart when it tells you how much it adores you…
Like a caterpillar that rises from new birth, developing into a beautiful butterfly, boldly go into the year of 2021 knowing that the “best is yet to come”.
I am one of those people who is usually a bit reluctant about going into surgery. Well, on the early morning of Monday, September 28, I awoke and later realized spiritually, there was sunshine on my shoulder.
We needed to walk a 5km / 3.1 miles walk – the Stroke Comeback Trail. I needed to set up Mimosas, Nordic-Knot pretzels, juice and my painting: "i am awesome".
As my sweet spirit ascends so bright, essence reminds me its star is shining so radiantly tonight
Today as I humbly walk the walk, I will never lose the gift of wonder. As I walk the walk embracing my flaws, I will try to get right what I got wrong yesterday. I will remold my soul from sculptured clay while experiencing the rite of passage.