Confessions of a TBI Survivor
Picture waking up and the music that you heard playing in your head since the day you were born has stopped. It was the soundtrack that moved you through your life. It was the song that you hummed as a five-year-old. Picture discovering, that part of you has gone silent. A sensory dysplasia of sorts has occurred. There would be no resuscitation from the day that truck hit my car. We spun around so hard everything inside got scrambled. Ironically,…