October 14, 2021 This past summer, after a round of testing, it was brought to my attention that my PTSD was worse than I’d ever let on and/or that the doctors ever realized. It was then recommended to me that I go to therapy because clearly, my way of coping/dealing was not working. My first … Continue reading Confessions of a Concussed Cyclist: talk to me
Confessions of a Concussed Cyclist: a heavy load
September 25, 2021 Just because someone carries it well... I am reminded time and time again how easy it is for others to forget I have a brain injury...I wish I could forget. Others get sick, they get better...I wish it worked the same way for TBI’s. Just because I don’t talk about it, doesn’t … Continue reading Confessions of a Concussed Cyclist: a heavy load
Confessions of a Concussed Cyclist: 7 years
August 19, 2021 Seven years. 2,555 days ago a driver decided that crossing into my lane and hitting me with her SUV was more important than waiting 30 seconds. “But Mom, I told you she was there” her son says, as she tries to deny seeing me. “Could you watch your language” she says first … Continue reading Confessions of a Concussed Cyclist: 7 years
Confessions of a Concussed Cyclist: Not Today PTSD
July 22, 2021 I have a secret...I haven’t been on my bike in three weeks. Some of that is due to many bad TBI days where I’m just trying to survive the day, but some of it is due to PTSD. The thought of riding makes me panic. It’s a bizarre world to be in; … Continue reading Confessions of a Concussed Cyclist: Not Today PTSD
Confessions of a Concussed Cyclist: Make plans and your TBI laughs
June 19, 2021 I woke up this morning with things I wanted to do but my head was not in the mood to cooperate. I stayed in bed a bit longer hoping that would help...nope. I finally got out of bed and moved around slowly, waiting for my brain to be like “ok...we’re up, we’re … Continue reading Confessions of a Concussed Cyclist: Make plans and your TBI laughs
Confessions of a Concussed Cyclist: I hope they know
June 14, 2021 Given the choice between seeing your baseball playoffs or staying home, I’d rather see you. Given the choice between watching your piano recital or staying home, I’d rather listen to you play. Given the choice between nighttime badminton, croquet, squirt-gun fights, cuddles on the couch, giggles, or a game of UNO, my … Continue reading Confessions of a Concussed Cyclist: I hope they know
Confessions of a Concussed Cyclist: don’t be fooled
May 15, 2021 About two years into my TBI journey I was diagnosed with PTSD (post traumatic stress disorder). At my first appointment with the psychologist I was first asked to describe in detail the day I was hit, then I was told “well...to first deal with PTSD you need to confront your fear...you need … Continue reading Confessions of a Concussed Cyclist: don’t be fooled
Confessions of a Concussed Cyclist: there are no words to describe
April 22, 2021 I enjoy writing. I have since I was a little girl. But there are times I really want to write a Confession, I want to tell you about something specific but there is just no way to describe it. How can I explain to you what happened when I can’t even find … Continue reading Confessions of a Concussed Cyclist: there are no words to describe
Confessions of a Concussed Cyclist: a little bit louder for those in the back
April 19, 2021 Whatever happened to asking someone how they are doing instead of telling them? Whatever happened to listening to someone instead of assuming? For almost seven years now I’ve had people make assumptions about my rattled brain, instead of asking me questions. For almost seven years now I’ve had people tell me what I … Continue reading Confessions of a Concussed Cyclist: a little bit louder for those in the back
Confessions of a Concussed Cyclist: one is the loneliest number
April 15, 2021 When I first entered the life of living with a traumatic brain injury I could never have imagined just how lonely it would be. Every single thing I do now is based around my brain injury and how I’m feeling. If I want to get together with someone, I need to plan … Continue reading Confessions of a Concussed Cyclist: one is the loneliest number
Confessions of a Concussed Cyclist: the story of a cyclist living life with a Traumatic Brain Injury (TBI) 