I went to a traumatic brain injury support group yesterday. I assumed I would get to talk to a doctor about advice on how to handle my situation in case I was doing something incorrectly, or if I could do something better. I walked into the conference room and the vibe was mellow and dramatic. it has every right to be, these folks were there because they were talking about their experiences as a traumatic brain injury patient. but initially, I grew weary because I asked if we were going to see a doctor and the social workers answered no. being weary, I thought, “damn, I’m going to have to sit here for an hour and listen to the folks talk about their problems.” it wasn’t as bad as I anticipated it to be. I told the participants about my depression a couple weeks after waking up and then my overwhelming emotions and they all understood. one of the few things that stuck with me was when one patient was reflecting on how he was working full-time, had two cars, and had this lifestyle, and it was all gone in an instant. I felt that 100%. before I took initiative to loosen things up in the room, which I’m particularly good at, folks were hesitant in discussing things. in this whole experience, I realize how serious my condition is especially in relation to these other patients. it was a trip to be in a room full of folks that were experiencing the same things as me. a good trip though. a kind of trip to wake yo ass up and smell the coffee. 

the social workers were of no help. I realize the efficacy of doctors who have experienced the hardship of the patient’s perspective. which is why I’m going to be an excellent physical therapist. yayay