January 3, 2021 For the past six and a half years I’ve heard many TBI survivors say what a blessing their brain injury is to them. The first few times I read this I thought “Wait! What? Did something magical happen to their rattled brains that didn’t happen to mine? What makes this trauma a … Continue reading Confessions of a Concussed Cyclist: Where’s My Silver Lining?
Confessions of a Concussed Cyclist: the kindness of strangers
December 2, 2020 I go through spells living this TBI life… “Be thankful you’re alive...this isn’t how it’s supposed to be!” “I’m so tired, I can’t keep this up...you can do this!” “It could be worse...it could be better!” Some days I just go through the motions, other days life is good, then there are … Continue reading Confessions of a Concussed Cyclist: the kindness of strangers
Confession of a Concussed Cyclist: Dear Driver (II)
September 23, 2020 Dear Driver, It has been awhile since I wrote to “you” so let me fill you in on what your actions have done. I am 38 years old and entering menopause because my body was so traumatized from being hit. Because I’m about a decade and a half too early for this … Continue reading Confession of a Concussed Cyclist: Dear Driver (II)
Confessions of a Concussed Cyclist: not for the faint of heart
September 11, 2020 I wanted to talk with you more on the phone but I couldn’t concentrate. I wanted to spend more time with you but I desperately needed to rest. I wanted to finish reading that chapter but I lost my vision. I wanted to try that new restaurant but it was too overstimulating. … Continue reading Confessions of a Concussed Cyclist: not for the faint of heart
Confessions of a Concussed Cyclist: a hard PTSD day
September 3, 2020 I was officially diagnosed with post traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) about three years after I was hit. I don’t talk about it often. It’s so hard to explain what is happening inside your head when you can’t put it into words easily. But let me give you a glimpse into my day … Continue reading Confessions of a Concussed Cyclist: a hard PTSD day
Confessions of a Concussed Cyclist: 6 years
August 19, 2020 Six years. 2,190 days. Often it doesn’t feel like it has only been six years, it feels more like I have been living in this hell for six decades. My life is nothing like I worked so hard for it to be. It is nothing like I dreamed it would be. I’m … Continue reading Confessions of a Concussed Cyclist: 6 years
Confessions of a Concussed Cyclist: it’s not only a rattled brain
August 5, 2020 I’ve put off writing this Confession, mostly because I was not sure if it was over sharing. Was this particular Confession too much? Are some things better left private? But the more I thought about it, the more I reminded myself that I write these to 1. help me process what is … Continue reading Confessions of a Concussed Cyclist: it’s not only a rattled brain
Confessions of a Concussed Cyclist: I’m stuck
July 8, 2020 I try really hard to not feel sorry for myself, to not host solo pity-parties but truth be told, right now, I’m stuck. I have been stuck for a few weeks now. I can’t let it go. I find myself thinking all the time “why me?” “what did I do to deserve … Continue reading Confessions of a Concussed Cyclist: I’m stuck
Confessions of a Concussed Cyclist: you don’t want kids?
“You don’t want to have any children?” Those seven words immediately brought tears to my eyes. I will fully admit that with a brain injury my emotions can be very fragile, but the topic of kids always breaks my heart and makes my eyes water. I paused for a second before replying, debating whether or … Continue reading Confessions of a Concussed Cyclist: you don’t want kids?
Confessions of a Concussed Cyclist: pandemics and injured brains
June 7, 2020 I was recently watching a clip from http://www.brainlaw.com and I want to start this Confession by sharing some of their words. “Imagine one day you woke up in a foreign country. Everything looks similar but slightly different. You're not really sure how you got here. You certainly didn’t ask to come. And … Continue reading Confessions of a Concussed Cyclist: pandemics and injured brains
