The stories we tell

This one was injured in the line of duty and has a mission to carry on.

The other one was hurt in an accident they can’t remember and can’t see any point in carrying on.

The other one was roughed up in a fight, and didn’t realize till years later, just how roughed up they were.

Another one is missing chunks of their life and can’t figure out how to get it back — or if they even can.

Another one isn’t sure the chunks that went missing are worth getting back.

That one just wants everything to go back to normal.

That one has given up on normal, completely.

Yet another one has redefined normal and is doing their best impression they can manage of uber-normal.

All of the above are human. Telling stories.

What’s your story?


Author: brokenbrilliant

I am a long-term multiple (mild) Traumatic Brain Injury (mTBI or TBI) survivor who experienced assaults, falls, car accidents, sports-related injuries in the 1960s, '70s, '80s, and '90s. My last mild TBI was in 2004, but it was definitely the worst of the lot. I never received medical treatment for my injuries, some of which were sports injuries (and you have to get back in the game!), but I have been living very successfully with cognitive/behavioral (social, emotional, functional) symptoms and complications since I was a young kid. I’ve done it so well, in fact, that virtually nobody knows that I sustained those injuries… and the folks who do know, haven’t fully realized just how it’s impacted my life. It has impacted my life, however. In serious and debilitating ways. I’m coming out from behind the shields I’ve put up, in hopes of successfully addressing my own (invisible) challenges and helping others to see that sustaining a TBI is not the end of the world, and they can, in fact, live happy, fulfilled, productive lives in spite of it all.

4 thoughts on “The stories we tell”

  1. This one did this to herself trying to kill herself. In a way she did. The “old” her is gone for good. For the best too. The new her is much better. She may not speak as well or write as pretty, but she is happy and knows her future is going to be great because, if she can come through this, she can come through anything with flying colors. No prob.

    And, BTW, who cares about “normal?” There is no “normal.” “Normal” is whatever you think it is. There is only you, the way you are right now, and that is OK.


  2. I ended up with uncontrollable emotions, but with a flat affect so nobody thinks anything bothers me. When actually it will -for days.


  3. Wow! That is so sweet that you have asked my story. I have shared so much in the past and now that someone actually asks and might actually care, I want to talk about someone else. I know of young man who was beaten badly by a group of several boys against just him. They left him and may have thought him dead. He drove home and then was taken to the hospital. I do not know if he had cognitive challenges. I am aware that he had problems with a short fuse but am not sure how much predated the incident or how much is due to witnessing his mom be a victim of trauma when he was young. He joined the marines and went to training right after graduating. While there he said he had panic attacks. He was to have been deployed to the Middle East. He took too many pills but they did not discharge him. He went AWOL and turned himself in after what I think was a maximum deadline of maybe of hundreds of days and then served time in military prison. I am not sure if he was faking panic attacks but there may have been a connection to the trauma. Also, his mom has a history of mental instability. I don’t know how the young man is doing now to update the story.


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