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.
