Thank for this, and for all the others, too. You express things so well, and some of what you write applies also to those of us who are simply aging and forgetting and forgetting.....And that helps.
Hi Judith, Thank you for sharing this so openly. What an immense thing to carry—losing both what was and what was just beginning. And still, here you are, remembering in your own way, shaping story from what remains. There’s a fierce kind of beauty in that. Even when memory falters, your spirit, your voice, your being continue to speak. That matters. You matter. And the way you are showing up now is unforgettable.
Thank you. Traumatic brain injury and so many other adventures of the brain mark some of us as different from those for whom brain issues are foreign. Regretably, we are often stigmatized, although fortunately, we often live contented and useful lives. Lets widen our sense of what is possible!
I am watching my husband try to cope with his gone-wild brain. He is 86, has a tremor, and now at times he hears in his sleep horrible discordant music which he can't turn off. I can only hold him till he truly wakes, and get him upright, which seems like an off switch. He's.a brilliant and loving man. He says he has "demons."
Thank for this, and for all the others, too. You express things so well, and some of what you write applies also to those of us who are simply aging and forgetting and forgetting.....And that helps.
Hi Judith, Thank you for sharing this so openly. What an immense thing to carry—losing both what was and what was just beginning. And still, here you are, remembering in your own way, shaping story from what remains. There’s a fierce kind of beauty in that. Even when memory falters, your spirit, your voice, your being continue to speak. That matters. You matter. And the way you are showing up now is unforgettable.
Love the artwork also.
Thank you. Traumatic brain injury and so many other adventures of the brain mark some of us as different from those for whom brain issues are foreign. Regretably, we are often stigmatized, although fortunately, we often live contented and useful lives. Lets widen our sense of what is possible!
I am watching my husband try to cope with his gone-wild brain. He is 86, has a tremor, and now at times he hears in his sleep horrible discordant music which he can't turn off. I can only hold him till he truly wakes, and get him upright, which seems like an off switch. He's.a brilliant and loving man. He says he has "demons."
Adding to the above, you are indeed a miracle.
Words are still your life. Beautifully, feelingly so.