For the longest time after my collapse, I was unable to read. The words were there and my eyes worked--- albeit I now need reading glasses to interpret the small print---- I just couldn't put many words in order and I certainly could not retain their meaning. To someone who values reading and learning, it was incredibly confusing and frustrating to have lost the joy and comfort of being able to escape this world into another for a time. Thoughts move in and out of focus, manipulated by an unseen hand. I feel like if I could just clean my glasses, I would be able to see; to get it; but then it is gone and my eyes are skimming over the next line with only an echo of comprehension for what came before. I now use a pencil, and fold down corners. These mark small nuggets of wisdom that resonate with me in the moment. It is still difficult to string them together. I feel like I need to take notes; to find the com...