I know that my anger has caused pain, ripped away relationships and left scars. A gaggle of therapists, countless friends and acquaintances (and my very own sister) can attest to this. So, that leaves me considering the question, “Should I get mad or get even?” 

From the ongoing impacts of the pandemic, to the ever-evolving political and environmental landscapes… they remind me of life's fragility.

It makes me think, how can we, as a community, grapple with everything life throws at us? How can we be resilient now?

The vision is simple yet powerful: to provide a safe space where anyone can learn about Stacie’s experience with stroke, from the comfort of their own home and in their own time. By offering this perspective, the platform becomes a valuable resource for stroke survivors and caregivers looking to navigate the recovery journey.

During those intense weeks of preparation, as we delved into a sea of questions from my mailing list, friends, family, and even those generated by AI, I couldn't help but feel the passion growing within me.

It led me to some introspection—why this unwavering dedication to making this project meaningful and impactful?

Last month marked my fourth stroke anniversary. I was extremely flattered, elated and, yet, really calm to reach that point. I had a quiet celebration of life with my tribe. 

Through a hell of a lot of work, I’ve gotten here– because I didn’t let anyone tell me that I couldn’t.  It leaves me wondering about our decisions… because we each have a choice to make…

Fighting the effects of aphasia. Focus on the here and now to find a middle ground between the squirrels

4 fundamentals to live by during your recovery

I wish someone had clued me in on these: 3 self-advocating TIPS on how to MAKE THE MOST OF YOUR STROKE RECOVERY. (Especially the first one.)

My wedding picture caught my eye today. It left me wondering, had we known the future, we would have still gotten married….

Five kinds of people I've met thru, or because of, my stroke recovery

As I sit here, I’m celebrating 52 weeks of pain. One solid year of learning everything from how to walk and how to talk. However, this milestone, encapsulates my life’s starting point. It is like everything has been brought, suddenly, to life and I'm celebrating my one year birthday.