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now, the waves...

I’ll kick off my seemingly cluttered blog (like my brain) into a tiny introduction of myself. I am a stroke survivor, twice of a hemorrhagic stroke, that is. I’m tied and bound to my old and dilapidated wheelchair where I spend most of my stroke existence. It is in shying away from the caressing embrace of depression that I am writing. It’s more of an expression for me. I look at it as a part of therapy to channel out and eventually waste my every effort rather than letting the invasion of depression win me over.

Expect a multitude of blabbers straight from a clotted mind’s brainwaves.