The 8th of August is important to me for many reasons.
Firstly it is important because it would’ve been my Godmother Rita’s birthday.
Secondly, 3 years ago on this day my journey really kicked off.
3 years ago on the 8th of August was my first Blackout.
That was the day that every changed
The one day that I can never get out of my head.
I’ve lost many things in 3 years. I’ve lost my ability to run, to walk without aid, to dance without my stick. I’m no longer, for want of better word, a ‘normal’ person.
Although I seriously doubt I have ever been normal.
Now, my life is a million times different to how it was back then, but just because its different doesnt mean its bad!
I’m grateful for my life, and all that is in it!
I love you all