I have to admit I’ve been struggling a little with my entries lately, trying to re-grasp that exhilarating rush I always felt when I wrote about YoungStroke, first while still hospitalised and struggling to even begin to comprehend what had happened to me, and then so soon after my discharge when my world, and the worlds of those so close to me were turned entirely upside down; entries that felt so urgent and raw, felt like they NEEDED to be said, like they NEEDED, somehow, to make an impact, an instant one. I was released from Charing Cross Hospital December 8th, if memory serves, almost exactly five months ago. Don’t get me wrong – our lives are only now headed back into what a ‘normal life’ is supposedly meant to entail, but the writing doesn’t come with such urgency anymore, such pa...

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