AUTHOR'S NOTE

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It's been 2 years to the day since a virus decided that my brain was a cozy place to play house in and I had a stroke to the cerebellum.

A stroke that could've easily killed me or paralyzed me, thankfully it did neither.

Even though a lot of people say I should stop thinking about it or that I shouldn't mention it anymore because it's not something worth remembering: you're wrong.

It IS worth remembering, because every single day since that day I feel even more grateful for my life, I'm reminded that some things are not worth my time or my worry, while some others are worth my entire devotion.

Everyday I remember that everything happens for a reason, just like on that day, had I not been working from home, the stroke would've hit while I was driving instead of while I was in the shower.

Everyday I give thanks for the love and faith of my family, for every single prayer that was put forth asking for me to be okay. I give thanks to God for having listened to my pleas, to have listened when I said I wasn't ready, that I didn't want to die.

I give thanks for  every single one of my friends who were there to give me energy and love. They were instrumental for my recovery.

And yes, I'm even grateful for that fleeting moment on that ambulance when the pain stopped and I literally felt the life leaving my body. It was the scariest thing I have ever experienced and it's that same fear that has evolved into the courage to do things that used to scare me.

Yes, the anxiety and depression have hit me after that and yes, the demons in my head try to keep me down, BUT I know in my heart that if I could live through that stroke, I can do anything.

So here I am, two years later, celebrating what has now become my second birthday. I'm blessed. I'M FINE.

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