I have days when things get bad. When too much sensory input collides with my still-healing and forever-damaged brain. I hate these – those – days. I don’t hate it during them, though; I don’t anything them because I don’t feel anything about anything on those days; it’s peaceful, quiet, to feel nothing other than momentary agitation when I’m required to convey some sort of response about some matter when I actually do interact on those days.

The following days, though, those suck. Vulnerability. Anger. Terror. Defensiveness. Self-preservation. Survive, just one more day. I don’t really like the days that follow.

Depression is fairly common following a brain injury, though it’s not always noticed by clinicians. I have it, though none of my clinicians have thought to take much notice of it. I’m generally a happy person, so why mess with that equilibrium, right?


Rant over. I’ll write a post with some stuff to back things up. Tomorrow.

One Comment on “Lower 

  1. You take care, Ellie. And know that all your contributions, such these insights, are valued. When feeling your worst and fighting to survive, know that you are valued!


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