21/05/2026
On the eve of my birthday, I received a gift I will never forget.
A woman I support following a stroke- a teacher and musician who once lived through piano keys and guitar strings-attended a Headway group with other stroke survivors.
Since her stroke, she no longer plays as she once did.
But she still created.
She painted a picture for me… using her left hand.
And in that moment, it wasn’t about paint or technique.
It was about resilience.
It was about identity refusing to disappear.
It was about finding another way to say: I am still here.
As clinicians, we often measure progress in numbers, goals, and reports.
But moments like this remind me what truly matters:
Recovery is not just function.
It is meaning.
It is dignity.
It is connection.
It is creativity that survives even after life changes everything.
I am deeply grateful for this gift.
Not because of what it is…
but because of what it represents. 💙
This is why I love what I do.