After the stroke, a lot of people told me I need to go to therapy, I need to talk about this. So I did. But it didn’t help. In that therapy, I was talking about what I thought I should talk about, not what I needed to talk about. Before the stroke, I was already dealing with a lot of crappy stuff, from a dysfunctional family to a dysfunctional relationship. Then I got massively ill and was left disabled. My point in writing about this is not to make anyone feel bad for me, that would never be my intention. There are lots of people who have been through much worse than I have. Maybe someone else is going through something similar to me, it’s possible. I have an amazing therapist now and I’m figuring out everything I need to figure out. I’m figuring out how to be peaceful and happy.