Last Saturday marked 4 years since Finn had his stroke. It seems like a lifetime ago but also as though it was just yesterday. So much has happened since then and we're both very different people than we were back then. I do miss elements of our old lives. I miss feeling more (but not … Continue reading Choosing To Be Happy
On the face of it this is a boring story about some soap...but it really highlights the impact aphasia can have on something that is otherwise just a mundane, everyday task. About a month ago my darling husband was refilling our soap dispensers. I handed him another empty dispenser and asked him to fill it … Continue reading Soap Gate
As I watched my husband carrying our son around the kitchen island pretending to be a car I couldn't help but smile. It was the picture perfect moment, all of us together happy and enjoying each others company. I'm reminded in this moment of how lucky we are to have the gift of time. Neither … Continue reading Parenting With Aphasia
It’s been a while since I’ve posted anything. I’d like to say it’s because I’ve been doing really well but the truth is the last couple of months have seen some highs and lows for me. Selling the house has been stressful to say the least and we’re still not there yet. There have been … Continue reading It isn’t the fall that defines you, it’s how you choose to get back up.
My heart was racing, pounding as hard as it could against my chest. I felt the air leave my lungs and I struggled to take another breath. My hand was touching the car door but I couldn’t move. I couldn’t open it. My legs went weak and I stared blankly into the distance. Thought after … Continue reading Giving Up
An exciting and inspiring future awaits you beyond the noise in your mind, beyond the guilt, doubt, fear, shame, insecurity and heaviness of the past you carry around. Debbie Ford Guilt. A feeling I know well these days. There is a lot to feel guilty about when you’re the healthy one in your relationship. Firstly, … Continue reading Guilt
I remember crying one night in bed while Finn was still in the hospital. My mum tried to comfort me but all I could think of was that I had lost him. The man lying in the hospital bed wasn’t my husband. He looked like him but it wasn’t him. Finn could only say one … Continue reading The Next Few Weeks