I recently decided that it might be time for me to write something on my stroke. I tried to do this a few years ago but what came out was not something I was proud of. It wasn't completely honest and didn't ring true to my experience even though I was the one writing it! I don't think I was ready to delve into it, 100% honestly until now.
When I spoke about my idea, I did it in a way I hadn't done in the past. There was no shyness. There was decisiveness. This would be based on me. I wouldn't be pulling a story out of thin air. That took a lot for me to say because even though it has been 7 years since my stroke, I still am embarrassed about it to an extent. I don't know why. There are parts of me that still think I could have prevented it and many what ifs that will never be answered. After I spoke my idea into existence, I was initially PUMPED but then after walking down the street and letting it settle, I definitely broke down. I ugly cried. I know that this wasn't because of anything bad but because I finally got the strength to be able to put forth an idea that was 100% honest and I hope to remain true to that in my journey of writing down my idea.
Above all I have to remember, I'm not only writing this for me. I'm writing it for those out there who like me, didn't know there were others who experienced what I did at a young age. I have to remember, in times of block and doubt, that I was put here to do many things, and one of those things is to write this. :)