3 Steps to finding your stroke-recovery mojo:

#1 Take a Break

#2 Reconnect with Your Goals

#3 Set Yourself up for a Win

It sounds simple, right? To put it into action, to get back your stroke-recovery mojo or to just get you re-focused on your path read along.

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.)

When I hit my first stroke anniversary in February, I had feelings of elation.

I had made it so far!

Then the weeks passed by and I could feel my steam lessening with each day, trudging up the slippery slope of my recovery. I found it was work that was beneath me, in some ironical way.

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.

If you’ve ever been thru a major life changing event, such as a stroke, how do heal? Can your body do the work on its own or does it need a little help? How do you transform yourself? And, is it even possible without a mindshift?

If I can give just a little advice for days when the world seems like your number one enemy, conspiring with your stroke, it’s this.

Go back to bed! But not before you have read this.

Your resilience, your stick-to-it-ness and your willingness all play a monumental part in your stroke recovery!

Read my three tips for you to survive a no good, rotten sort-of-a-day!

I have to level with you. I have been holding back some secrets.

Although it’s satisfying, in one way, to lead you down the path that I’m doing my best and fighting the good fight, its not in the true spirit of honesty.

The fact is that I have many good days, but they come with a twist. They are laced with the drug of my bad behaviour and then my dimmer switch comes on, full blast.

Come, let me entertain you with a good story that starts with a rather seemingly typical, “normal” female and ends with me cursing at my husband in a sea full of umbrellas, blaming my stroke for “its bad behaviour”.

Let me set the stage for you, shall I?