August 19, 2023 Today marks nine years since my life drastically changed. 9 years. 3,287 days. This was the first year that I almost didn’t write a Confession on this “anniversary”, but somehow, not writing felt wrong, just as wrong as calling this an “anniversary”. I told a fellow TBI survivor recently, I don’t like … Continue reading Confessions of a Concussed Cyclist: 9 years
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Confessions of a Concussed Cyclist: conversations
December 7, 2022 I see the looks you make when my words fail me. I see the expression on your face when I talk. I notice the glances you share with others when I open my mouth. I’m not blind to it. I always see it and it just adds one more nail into the … Continue reading Confessions of a Concussed Cyclist: conversations
Confessions of a Concussed Cyclist: 8 years
August 19, 2022 8 years. Two thousand nine hundred twenty days. At times it feels like just yesterday. Other times it feels like I’ve been living in this form of hell for decades. I feel so many emotions leading up to this day, ranging from anger and frustration to complete sadness. Come August 20th, it … Continue reading Confessions of a Concussed Cyclist: 8 years
Confessions of a Concussed Cyclist: lordy, lordy, I made it to forty
July 3, 2022 I turn 40 years old today. When I was 29, about to turn 30, I was devastated. I was not where I was “supposed” to be; I hadn’t done all I was “supposed” to do before turning 30. A decade later and my life is even further away from where it’s “supposed” … Continue reading Confessions of a Concussed Cyclist: lordy, lordy, I made it to forty
Confessions of a Concussed Cyclist: you win today PTSD
June 16, 2022 In one breath I say, “I just want to love road riding again.” In the next breath I admit a fear that I’ve shared with no one and that I carry with me each ride: “Is today the day that I’m killed while riding?” I’ve been in therapy working weekly for the … Continue reading Confessions of a Concussed Cyclist: you win today PTSD
Confessions of a Concussed Cyclist: breaking up isn’t always hard to do
December 15, 2021 Dear You, I think it’s time we see other people. You see new patients and I will see a new therapist. It’s not me, it’s you. You’re just not “the one”. Sure, we had some good times and you gave me some useful “nuggets” that I will take with me, but we … Continue reading Confessions of a Concussed Cyclist: breaking up isn’t always hard to do
Confessions of a Concussed Cyclist: I hate goodbyes
December 10, 2021 If you did not read the title in the voice of Jim Carrey from Dumb & Dumber…I don’t think we can be friends. Today I said goodbye to my neurologist and it’s not only heartbreaking, it’s scary. I don’t expect many people to understand how I’m feeling regarding her departure, and until … Continue reading Confessions of a Concussed Cyclist: I hate goodbyes
Confessions of a Concussed Cyclist: talk to me
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: 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: “at the foot of this mountain, I only see clouds”
December 21, 2019 Sometimes I get stuck in these days of intense sadness where I feel extra fragile. This is now my life but I did not sign up for this. I don’t know if I have it in me to keep fighting the brain injury battle. You were able to walk away that day … Continue reading Confessions of a Concussed Cyclist: “at the foot of this mountain, I only see clouds”
Confessions of a Concussed Cyclist: the story of a cyclist living life with a Traumatic Brain Injury (TBI) 