enough time has passed, that i feel i have collected my
thoughts. more importantly, i have the ability to acknowledge all that i have learned.
on may 18, 2014 my new boyfriend and i were walking home after dinner/drinks with my coworkers. we were held up. we were robbed. and i was pistol-whipped. unconscious for almost 24 hours. TBI.
i woke up in a room of loved-ones, that perpetually makes me teary-eyed. they comforted me. they advocated for me. they loved me.
on may 18, 2014 my new boyfriend and i were walking home after dinner/drinks with my coworkers. we were held up. we were robbed. and i was pistol-whipped. unconscious for almost 24 hours. TBI.
i woke up in a room of loved-ones, that perpetually makes me teary-eyed. they comforted me. they advocated for me. they loved me.
career immediately on the breaks, focus became a slew of
therapies that i knew nothing about. simple things became firsts. remembering
three objects. standing on one foot. managing my own schedule. holding conversation.
waitingroomafterwaitingroom. typing. texting. and taking the T.
until i was able to graduate therapies, get back to work full
time, and ultimately live again, i never thought i was impaired. people don’t think that there is anything wrong with themselves. they lack an awareness that has a verrrrrrrrrry long road
ahead, with an equal measure of pot holes, bikers and city traffic. learn as much as you can about yourself. have
patience. have empathy. have human strength.
clichés or not, ‘life is short.’ ‘regret nothing.’ ‘don’t burn
your bridges.’ ‘actions speak louder than words.’ 'time will tell.' ‘what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.’
i am living proof of all of these. and more.
‘live!’
