My brain goes blank from time to time. It stops thinking, and I sit there looking for my thoughts, unable to find them. This feeling is frustrating. I want to blame this on my TBI. You say that was years ago, why bring that up now? Well, I bring it up because every day, every minute, I have to face it. My traumatic Brain Injury did not go away. I will learn every day for the rest of my life how to navigate through life with a TBI. Yes, I get angry at times, I get sad, I feel sorry for myself, but in the end of all those stages, I find my voice, and it’s beautiful. This voice I have now may cry and want to hide, at times, but in the end it picks itself up, looks my TBI in its face and says. Try me. You can’t define me, though. I still have a beautiful life.
Until Next Time,
Heidi💜
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