But for the wearing of bike helmets, Judith, I’d be sharing the same experiences, or shadow experiences, that you are going through. Or worse. It took me more than a year to get the courage to get back on a bike. A separated shoulder and bad road rash healed faster than my courage.
I wish you all the best. Know that there are others who care for you deeply, although they’ve only met you through Substack.
A friend of mine who suffered from a TBI found Mozart paradoxically calming and energizing. Perhaps music can help you, too.
J, your honesty and bravery to saying the indescribable out loud make this short prose piece outstanding. As always, your complete writing technique does perfectly what you ask it to do as you dredge up snippets from your past accident. In these snippets, in your writing on paper scraps as you battled your way back to cognition and creativity, in your struggle is hope for the rest of us. Your factual declaration that large numbers of us contract Alzheimer’s Disease
and others are brain damaged at even higher rates brings the reader toward realizing that
Traumatic Brain Injury and Alzheimer’s are facts of life that we all might face someday. Your careful description of your brain fog takes us back to the basic building blocks
of human thought and teaches us all how to react and proceed when Things Fall Apart. Thank you for this, J.
I sure know how it feels to walk funny, (not amusing, just awkward) talk weird, generally be jangly and not at all put together nicely. but if we are still purring along in some fashion, Judith, which we are, Then We Have Won!!!
Aa always, I am extremely grateful to you.
I am honored by your words. Please consider sharing my work with others who might like it, too.
But for the wearing of bike helmets, Judith, I’d be sharing the same experiences, or shadow experiences, that you are going through. Or worse. It took me more than a year to get the courage to get back on a bike. A separated shoulder and bad road rash healed faster than my courage.
I wish you all the best. Know that there are others who care for you deeply, although they’ve only met you through Substack.
A friend of mine who suffered from a TBI found Mozart paradoxically calming and energizing. Perhaps music can help you, too.
Your words are far beyond words ... each of them, each, are feelings ... Unexplainable, unreachable, totally touching heart hurting feelings ...
I hurt for you ... For not knowing your hurt .. But feeling something akin, unnamed, the journey, maybe
I love everything that you write and I’m glad you’re shining a spotlight on such an ignored subject. I wish it got more attention.
J, your honesty and bravery to saying the indescribable out loud make this short prose piece outstanding. As always, your complete writing technique does perfectly what you ask it to do as you dredge up snippets from your past accident. In these snippets, in your writing on paper scraps as you battled your way back to cognition and creativity, in your struggle is hope for the rest of us. Your factual declaration that large numbers of us contract Alzheimer’s Disease
and others are brain damaged at even higher rates brings the reader toward realizing that
Traumatic Brain Injury and Alzheimer’s are facts of life that we all might face someday. Your careful description of your brain fog takes us back to the basic building blocks
of human thought and teaches us all how to react and proceed when Things Fall Apart. Thank you for this, J.
I sure know how it feels to walk funny, (not amusing, just awkward) talk weird, generally be jangly and not at all put together nicely. but if we are still purring along in some fashion, Judith, which we are, Then We Have Won!!!