Traumatic brain injury changed my personality. It changed my life.
I lost things. I lost my wallet, I lost my balance, I lost my memories, I lost abilities, I lost confidence, I lost purpose, I lost my way, I lost my mind, I lost myself.
Nothing really made sense anymore. Especially… why did it cause so much cognitive damage? I was told it had something to do with fluid dynamics and concussive waves. My brain was like a bowl of jello somebody slapped.
It didn’t stop me from being confused, though, about everything. Like who told me to do what when the thing is supposed to happen one of these days? What am I supposed to wear? What is a sock? And what is the thing in my hand right now? Like, I swear I know what it is, I see one of these things every day.
I was one of the lucky ones. The deficits were temporary. I served with a few, but I’ve come across so many more since who have had a tougher time than me.
It is incredibly frustrating to be robbed of your mind.
I just thank God I got it back.