I was going through some scrap paper, the other day, and I came across a printout of a list of things I’d gradually lost in the several years after my latest TBI in 2004. They gradually drifted away, and I thought they were gone for good.
Here’s the list I compiled:
Things I have progressively lost over the past several years
- Love of reading books
- Going to the beach
- Going to the gym
All three of these things were so central to my life, once upon a time.
Then I stopped being able to do them.
And I thought they were gone for good.
Now it’s not like that anymore.
I can do them again.
See? Things can change. It’s taken years and years, but things did change for the better.
Now, I still have my days when reading and going to the beach and going to the gym are the last things I want to do. I’m too tired. Or I’ve got other things I’d rather be doing. But even in those times when I have to force myself to do them (if I must), I can find a way to make it okay. I can find a way to manage the situation – and also manage my own state of mind. The situation doesn’t rule me, anymore.
And that’s the most that I can ask for, really. It’s all I want.