Some people utilize writing as a tool and a means to an end; other people use it as a creative outlet and way to interact and comprehend the world around them; personally, for me, writing has acted as a lifeline.
At the age of 15, I sustained a massive stroke, and was subjected to spinal meningitis. My blood temperature rose to 107˚F, leaving me with a profound memory deficit. I embarked on a strange new journey, re-learning how to learn and learning how to compensate for my newfound inability to process information as readily.
I was no longer the same student I had been before my stroke, and was forced to acquire skills that would allow me compensate for my newfound inability to process information quickly or effectively. I was forced to redefine by personal notion of what it meant to be successful.
I came to believe that perfection was…
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