This whole time, I was aware I had a brain injury, and I had accepted it. It was, put plainly – an aneurysm. It was only yesterday, however, did I realise I had a stroke. I am still in shock, to be honest. Think about it. You hear of strokes happening to older adults. Those who were stressed, over 80, did not sleep correctly, etc. But, in my mind, it definitely didn’t occur to young people. So what the hell happened in my case?!
A scar. The remainder of what was there before, and what is no longer. Beauty was something I grew to love within myself and appreciate it in all shapes and forms. My skin colour, my race, my hair texture – all of it. I was beautiful in my stance. I loved myself. Yet, now I have to find that same beauty in a different version of me.
