I turn 31 next year; I’m a stroke ‘survivor’ (kill me) who completely lost the fine motor control of my right arm, hand, leg, foot, toes/fingers, a quarter of my vision in both eyes, ~90% of my nerve response on my right side of my entire body, as well as a few other things. Literally getting down the road to the bus stop 1/8 miles away would take 20 minutes, be immensely difficult and tiring, my pulse would be 130+ the whole time and say if I’m going to go to a store and buy something, I can’t because my one operable hand is holding my cane to keep me stable. I tried, so fucking hard, to continue ‘normal’ life. I despise what has happened to me and the fact that I will never, ever be whole again makes me regret calling help when I realized what was occurring. I live every day in hell, in a prison created by my own stupid body, and it will be like this until my premature death.

It’s the hardest thing in the world to just get to the transportation. I hate that I’m saying it, but it’s absolutely true :(

I’m not saying it’s the best answer - fuck, I’m trying to get back to driving, it has always been a huge part of me, my happiness, my enjoyment of life - but at least it can help people like me until something better comes along.