Confessions of a Concussed Cyclist: hi-ho, hi-ho, it’s back to speech I go

May 9, 2024 In the early days of my TBI I was referred to speech because of a stutter I’d developed and issues with word-recall. Unfortunately the SLP (speech and language pathologist) was not a good fit for me and I was drowning in these new brain injury waters I found myself in and I … Continue reading Confessions of a Concussed Cyclist: hi-ho, hi-ho, it’s back to speech I go →

Confessions of a Concussed Cyclist: 9 years

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 →

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: 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: 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: But you don’t…

April 14, 2021 I’ve heard it from day one...but you don’t LOOK like you have a brain injury. But you don’t ACT like you have a brain injury. But you don’t SOUND like you have a brain injury. And from day one it has confused me...how should I LOOK? How should I ACT? How should … Continue reading Confessions of a Concussed Cyclist: But you don’t… →