Naema
Honoring
There are stroke stories that stop you mid-scroll. Naema's is one of them. She walked into a hospital showing signs of a stroke — and had the stroke while she was already there.
What followed was a cascade of clots, bleeding, an induced coma, and a medical team that wasn't sure she was going to make it. She made it. And then she did something extraordinary with the wreckage — she turned it into a calling.
We are proud to honor Naema as a member of the Army of Warriors. Her story is proof that the hardest roads sometimes lead to the most purposeful destinations.
She Should Have Died. Instead She's Getting Her Master's Degree.
It Started as a Minor Stroke. Then It Wasn't.
I showed up to the hospital. That's the part that still gets me when I think about it — I was already in the right place. The signs were there, someone recognized them, and I was rushed in. I did everything right.
And then I had the stroke anyway. Right there in the hospital.
What started as a minor stroke became something far more serious. The clot broke apart — not into nothing, but into many smaller clots. Each one causing pressure. Each one causing damage. Bleeding in my brain that the doctors told me, later, should have killed me.
I was placed in an induced coma. I wouldn't leave the hospital for two months.
Two months. I didn't get to process what was happening in real time. There was no gradual adjustment. One chapter closed and when the next one opened, everything had changed — my body, my abilities, my entire relationship with the most basic functions of being alive.
Relearning Everything. Starting With Breathing.
When I say recovery was hard, I need you to understand the full weight of that word.
I had to relearn how to walk. Breathe. Speak. Swallow.
Not one of those things. All of them. The things a healthy body does without a single conscious thought — I had to rebuild every single one from scratch. That is the reality of what a serious stroke can take from you, and I think the world needs to hear it said plainly.
Speech therapy was one of the hardest parts — and honestly, not for the reason you'd expect. I didn't want to be there because in my head, I sounded completely normal. I couldn't hear what everyone else could hear. I didn't understand yet how much work I actually needed to do.
That gap — between how we feel on the inside and what's actually happening — is something nobody warns you about. It's disorienting in a way that's hard to describe.
But I kept going. Even when I didn't fully understand why. Even when the progress was invisible to me. I kept showing up, and slowly — the woman I was rebuilding started to come back into focus.
Processing It Through Art. Then Making It Her Life's Work.
I found two things in recovery that kept me grounded: art and reading.
Not as hobbies. As lifelines. There's something that happens when you put paint or pencil to paper while you're processing something that language can't quite carry yet. The emotions that don't have words find a different way out. For me, expressive arts became the language my recovery spoke when everything else fell short.
And then I decided to go further.
I am currently completing my master's degree in counseling with expressive arts. I want to do for others what art did for me — help people process the unprocessable, find expression when words aren't enough, and heal in ways that traditional therapy alone sometimes can't reach.
I should have died in that hospital. Instead I'm going to spend my life helping people find their way through the hardest chapters of theirs.
That's not a comeback story. That's a calling.
If you're in the thick of it right now — struggling to hear your own voice the way it used to sound, frustrated that your body won't do what it used to do — find your art. Find the thing that lets you feel without having to explain it. Healing doesn't always look like progress. Sometimes it looks like a painting.
Contact me here! http://c,nancyadam@gmail.com
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