Going on 4 years since the day that changed my life. Got into a bad wreck, irresponsible truck driver cut me off. Lost consciousness, through a combination of trauma and an induced coma, for over 5 weeks and, when I finally was ambulanced home. Because I was no longer in the hospital, people assumed that I was all good and would be back at it in no time.
Nothing could be further from the truth.
As they brought me into my house and I looked around at everyone, I was so confused. I could not remember the names of my parents, they looked familiar, and I felt I knew who they were, but I drew a blank. The same thing happened when I saw the rest of my family; their name’s were on the tip of my toungue, but I couldn’t connect the dots.
To top it all off, I couldn’t even remember how to walk. It took 1 whole month for me to be able to even stand by my own volition. I learned how to walk once again, thanks to the support I received from my therapists and my family.
When I was back on my feet, I made, what in hindsight is the best decision I could have made, and proclaimed to my therapists, to my brothers, to my parents, to everyone who could hear, that I would complete a marathon.
Through setting myself this challenge, I’ve had the opportunity to work on so many aspects of my life that I cannot imagine how I’d be doing so without.
I share my experience because I have used running as a means to an end. I want to feel better, I want to feel the satisfaction that is so hard to find at times. I need something to help me stay motivated and give structure to my day to day.
Every day I go for a run, I celebrate every pace, each as a small victory that gives me more energy to continue fighting the battle that we TBI survivors struggle with on a daily basis.
Left, right, left, right, left, right….. in each step I affirm that I am closer to the goal.
Find a task where you can do just the very smallest thing, and celebrate each and every small victory that you achieve.