Here I am...only 11 months post stroke, and I still feel like it is simply a bad dream. This couldn't have happened to me. I am only 29. Strokes happen to old people. And then I wake up :yikes: and it is very real, and strokes don't only happen to old people. I am tired all the time, my brain sometimes doesn't work, and my foot is killing me. Then I remember that there is a part of my brain that will never be the same and I get mad. Really mad. The part that is so crazy is that no one around me can understand. Then I am glad that I can come here and post and read and know that there are people out there that do.

I have never been a blogger, but I think I will like the fact that I can just vent and not have people looking at me like I am some kind of freakin' whiner.