As a result of incurring my critical TBI, I experienced the largest contrast to the lifelong fortune I have experienced. A saying that I was reminded, by my dad, that I had a tendency to express redundantly when I was 6 years old & experiencing distress, which is quite applicable to this situation: “This is NOT my life!!” (I do recognize that I was a dramatic tot). Undeniably in this situation, however, a comment of this grandeur is very nearly an understatement. Nothing in my life, within my early recovery (many years), was recognizable to me. Still, while recovery is still in progress, little is. Freedom & choice were the crux of my life previously.
My healing experience has & continues to seem unimaginably long. My specialty psychologist has stated that this belief is unanimous for survivors that have incurred moderate-to severe, et alone critical TBIs. But amongst this extensive healing process, my body has affirmed my lifelong belief: life, as well as the human body (the mechanism with which we interact w/ life) are MIRACULOUS.
Despite the lack of expectation by my doctors (mental & physical) upon my release from the 3rd & final hospital I attended, my memories (even of SanFrancisco: the city I inhabited for 1.5 years, directly prior to incurring my TBI), are now returning! Overwhelmingly, it’s believed (as a result of ample evidence: testimonials) that the majority of memory reclamations place in the first 5 years of rehabilitation.
Now, however, after 8.2 years of recovery, the memories of SF are straggling in. I suppose the brand new evidence doctor’s have recently acquired, only affirms my dad’s belief, that memories can return lifelong. My forever-belief that Tese knows best on most things, (it used to be all, when I was a young child, but ladies, many of us know how this grand trust in our dad’s omnipotence, matures with time) has proven to be true, once again.
Memories are so very personal & emotionally ridden. Despite the claim of my doctors’ that I continue to accomplish a nearly unparalleled recovery. The age at which I incurred my critical TBI, was one of pinnacle maturation for me. My life was mid-transition & was raucously & abruptly interrupted when my auto accident took place and I incurred my TBI.
Memories of my life have been overwhelmingly gorgeous. My knowing is in part made possible by my lifelong infatuation with observation, but that is combined with the phenomenal luck I’ve experienced, which I certainly attribute my miraculous recovery to. My adoration of observation, only confirms my love of mindfulness. My Mom, was instrumental, particularly when I was young, in propelling my fortune (I, unknowingly, too played a key role, however) and I only furthered this trend as I grew and independence ensued. I’ve held high expectations lifelong. Anything less than good, without the potential for great and I’m vastly unimpressed. Why pursue it further?
This high expectation of myself, as well as of external things & people I hold close, has, assumably, propelled all of my accomplishments, including, undoubtedly, my TBI recovery.