I often don’t think I’m a particularly positive person, but maybe I am?
The other day I found myself saying that I was actually quite lucky because the stroke had given me the opportunity to see life from a fresh perspective. I regularly consider myself lucky, just because I’ve seen other survivors and know that it could all be very much worse physically. And I don’t feel affected mentally whatsoever. Now that’s spin 😊
I know so much more about how the health service works, how charities work and how I work than I did two years ago. I feel really privileged to have seen all these. I’m just coming up to the second anniversary of my stroke, although my stroke happened over several days rather than being a single, milestone event, so maybe this is an appropriately-nostalgic post?