Thinking about my little enneagram test, I am actually glad that I’ve had to change in some ways. I am MUCH more organized than I was before I realized that if I’m not, I get into big trouble. I am a whole lot more present, in my daily life, and I’m a lot more cautious about things that I used to be very cavalier about.
In some ways, my personality changes have been in response to the TBIs and coping with them — versus them being due to the fall down the stairs… the car accidents… the sports concussions… and the attack. And that’s helped me, more than it’s hurt me.
I really shouldn’t boo-hoo over it. Change can be very good, and everybody encounters stuff they need to overcome. We change in response to the shifting demands of the world around us. And the world changes in response to us, as well.
It’s just interesting to see and consider the kinds of differences that emerge in my life over time. And to remember that deep down inside of me, there is a part that loves to pity itself and cry “poor me!” when better reason would tell me to buck up and just get on with it.
Heck, considering that I’ve been dealing with cognitive-behavioral issues practically my whole life, and I’ve done pretty well for myself, then if I start to decline cognitively in my advancing age, I already have coping skills in place that can serve me in good stead.
I know — I’ll consider myself ahead of the game, and call it a win.
Broken Brain - Brilliant Mind 