Last night I went to a support group for survivors of Traumatic Brain Injury. I cried in the car on the way there. I walked in and sat down and immediately started crying again. I sobbed throughout the entire discussion. Two guys actually got up and got me napkins and the facilitator came over to give me a hug part way through. Nothing like making a spectacle of yourself the very first time, huh?
March is Traumatic Brain Injury Awareness Month. I had no idea. Last night's meeting was more of a party than a meeting, but I was able to get some great information and some phone numbers of therapists that may be able to help.
I've been crying off and on since I left the meeting. It was such a relief to be in a room full of people that get it. They understand me. They know my life. But it also made me realize just how much work I have in front of me. It's going to be a tough journey, but I'm up for it.
You may have noticed, I've changed the name of this blog. I hope to be around here a little more often. I may or may not be. We'll see how it goes.