How I found happiness after stroke
When I was told I’d had a stroke, I thought my whole life was being turned upside down. Nothing would ever be the same. I’m fucked, basically.
And while I wasn’t necessarily wrong about my life changing, my perspective was all wrong. I wasn’t fucked, I had an opportunity to start over, to rebuild my life to be the way I wanted.
So I started by taking care of myself. I’m giving my recovery 110%, I’m allowing myself to rest when I need to. I started doing chair yoga and meditation daily. I stopped putting creative projects on hold. I found video games I could play one handed. I made a list of things I want to do once I’m recovered enough. That list helps to keep me motivated.
The most important thing I did was allow myself the grace to heal.
The first handful of months after the stroke, I battled my demons constantly. Then one day, I felt amazing. My chest wasn’t heavy. I had no anxiety, no depression. I felt… happy. And that feeling has lasted for weeks. I think I finally reached the acceptance stage of grief. I make it a habit to love my life now. To remain present and mindful, rather than dwell on the past.
I may be physically disabled, but that doesn’t mean I don’t have control over my life.