I’ve always been a very loving kinda guy. I love animals, I love helping and making people happy, I love kids, I love making people laugh, I love good memories. Naw.

I’ve said many times that It’s not easy to understand or even like someone with a brain injury. I can understand this concept entirely, as many of the symptoms we develop are very antisocial.

From needing a quiet moment while your damaged brain reorganises itself to a sudden outburst of frustration caused by the damage to the amygdala situated in your frontal lobe, I can understand why it is misunderstood by so many.

 

I’m dreading going on holiday. Have I made a mistake? I miss Reese too much after one day of not seeing her, I want to cry all the time.  I feel on edge. I feel after only a day of her absence like I’ve lost her to another family.

Fair one. That’s a true statement in one sense. For now.

To be fair there aren’t  many people who would be strong enough to share the type of life I live, it’s not for the faint hearted. Strategically this means I can never truly act on my instinct of wanting to be with anyone again. It puts me right off.

None of that marriage was real. None of it. Sadly, I can see this now.

Although, I knew deep down. I always said it so I’m not complaining or pointing fingers  I am not into that. After all,  I appreciate that I had something I thought was special, even if it wasn’t, because at the time I thought it was. So I’m grateful for that and I feel lucky to have thought it at the time. 

I’m so grateful for what I do have. Yesterday at the beach, Reese told me she cried for me at nursery because she loved me. I was elated.  Since my head injury that is the first time I believed in someone who has spoken those words to me.

Every day a new challenge presents itself, that’s life. 

It’s funny how love and pain can be used as a strength in a fight, as opposed to anger.

You make mistakes with anger.

I have pain and I have love. I have resources and I have strategies. It’s an amazingly powerful feeling to know how far you could go in a war with these few and yet simple qualities.

80% don’t return to work?

Watch me go and get a degree and return to work.