T estimony Hello. Life with a brain injury is way harder than easy, let alone one with the synonyms “severe and traumatic” in front. I should know because I am blessed with one… When talking with people, because it happens way more often than not, I wait for let’s say three seconds till the subject of what I do with myself between the hours of 9 to 5 normally comes up. Or if not that, normally I can tell them noticing the darting glances elsewhere on my body, the way I walk. The “question” comes up. Why. I am ever so glad, in and un-glad kind of way, to tell them why. It is not that I do not know that it was and is a shame on way more levels than one. The way it I was living. Partying, the girls, and drinking, which way more than one person has been guilty of. May 19, 2007. The fact that I was driving solo on that night was merely a God-sent blessing. Thereby removing the need of me nervously stuttering while going through the story of what happened to a cry...
Almost everything happens by CHOICE... minus being born and if you die naturally. That being said, as of now the choice to view my situation as Way BETTERthanBAD has been made. It was this way backweeks after I woke up, lying in the hospital, and it will be this way until the day... From DIRT 2 DIRT. CANNOT CHANGE IT, NOR DO I WANT TO... So I WILL Not.
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