My vision is finally clearing. The blurry sight gradually sharpened, bringing the white ceiling and walls of the unfamiliar hospital room into focus. Although the medical staff and my family told me this was a hospital, for the first few days, I had no idea why I was there or what had happened. ‘Why am I injured? Is this heaven?’ Only these confusing thoughts swirled in my mind. A vague recognition that I was ‘probably a person’ was all that held me.
Occasionally, people would visit and greet me. They would hold my hand and shed tears, or express relief, saying, “It’s such a relief.” Some offered financial help, genuinely happy for me. Deep concern and affection for me were evident in their expressions, but I couldn’t fully grasp why they looked that way or what exactly was a relief. Everything felt hazy, as if veiled in fog.
My wife and parents stayed by my side every day. They held and stroked my hand, repeatedly saying, “It’s good. It’s truly a relief.” Complex emotions, a mix of joy and sorrow, flickered across their faces. I felt their deep love for me in their eyes, but I still didn’t know why I should be happy or what exactly was a relief. My lost memories seemed to have built a thick wall between me and them.
However, one thing was clear: I desperately wanted to leave this hospital. Being confined in this white space felt suffocating, and an unknown anxiety weighed me down. I had an urgent desire to get out of bed immediately and go outside. Although I couldn’t remember what I used to do or what I had achieved, I must have been doing something important. An unknown yearning to start working again, to organize my past tasks, and to embark on new challenges stirred within me.
The most frustrating thing is that words won’t come out properly. It’s astonishing that I know everything in my head, yet I can’t speak. Words, sentences, and everything I want to say exist clearly in my mind. I’m told that I injured my Broca’s and Wernicke’s areas of the brain due to a stroke. This is why I’m having difficulty speaking and understanding. I know it all in my head, but my mouth won’t obey. The doctor says consistent speech therapy will help, but my heart is filled with frustration and impatience. I eagerly await the day I can leave this hospital and step back into the world. I am now taking my first steps on the path to recovery. Hoping my experience can be a small help to others facing similar difficulties, I continue to organize my story today.
✅ Simple, Repetitive Word Practice – Speech Support (English)
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