I trip, I fall
Down the stairs I tumble and come to rest in the hall
I’m concussed, confused
Nothing’s broken though, I feel bemused
The next day and the day after
Days merge into weeks.. is this my thereafter?
My grip, my grasp on life, my thread
My memory has gone, gone from my clasp
This ‘other’ me that is emerging, from somewhere outside of me
What did you say? Things feel different, can I still see?
Anger, fatigue, walking through treacle,
Doesn’t anyone understand me?
I’m lost, I’m gone, but wait….
Today, I remembered a song
It’s happening, I’m coming back
Wait, hold on….
It’s me, I’m on a different track
Words come tumbling out but I can’t put them together
It’s making more sense
People don’t look at me with that question…
Though my journey goes on. My threads I can gather
H – How am I going to cope now my brain isn’t working? A simple fall or so I thought. How fragile are our brains?
E– Everybody in my family is affected. Where is the capable Mum, Wife, Teacher?
A– Always striving to get better. Why can’t I understand more? Why am I so tired, confused and dazed? All these questions!
D– Dull headache on waking each morning. Paracetamol again. When will it get better? When will it ease? Here we go again, more questions…
I – Inspiration from my new friends at Headway. New bonds and understanding. How wonderful!
N – Now a year later, excitement at seeing the end of the tunnel. Headaches gone in the morning. Very slow progress but thank goodness PROGRESS!
J – Just because I can’t drive yet, or work, or multitask, it doesn’t mean I won’t soon.
U– Unless I keep my positive attitude, my new timetable on my whiteboard, my walking in the sunshine, I will not continue with this exciting new journey.
R – Rest is so important. My brain needs it to recover. How hard not to finish that pile of ironing, to say yes when asked out for dinner or to meet friends for a chat.
Y – Yes, I will get better. There will be a new me. How exciting! What next?