Saskia’s Story – Haemorrhagic Stroke at 22
With my wider circle, conversations often stay at surface level, while I’m living with a depth I never asked for. It isn’t their fault. Before this happened, I would’ve been the same, living in that kind of innocence. I love my friends, but I also know they’ll never fully understand this new version of me. Sometimes, I catch myself feeling frustrated or upset when they talk or post on social media about their plans that I know I can’t manage. I realise that I’m not frustrated with them it’s just that their lives are a mirror of the past me before stroke, a version I can’t reach right now. In a strange way, I’m grateful that they’re untouched by this; because I wouldn’t wish it on anyone. But I can’t help envying how freely they live their lives, doing all the things I can’t right now, or probably for the next two years or so.
