16 August 2021.
I have count on every month, so far.
I have now today, half a year after my stroke.
Half year, now I can’t count months anymore.
Next will be one year.
16 February 2022 is next to aim for.
The half year is big, and it means a lot.
Half a year is huge, I am half a year. I’m new.
Half year is also sad. I know me pre-stroke. Of course I miss me pre-stroke.
How did I get it. The post-stroke. Why?
We don’t know. We will never know.
I might hate why.
I might hate me.
I might hate e v e r y t h i n g.
Nothing helps by hate everything.
I have a Life.
The only thing I know, is life is precious.
Have only to accept, understand life, get it going on.
Move on.
Half year, moving on.
Time to live.