One Day at a Time
Donna O’Donnell Figurski
I am new to this diagnosis of brain injury. For the last few years, I have had several unexplained symptoms – my life was spinning out of control. No one was listening to me. No one was asking the right questions. A few weeks ago, my father took me to the Emergency Room. He was desperately seeking help because I had no control of my emotions. I was placed in a locked-down psychiatric unit.
A very nice doctor asked me if I’ve ever had a head injury. I began to tell my story. At 11 years old, I had a bike accident. I had no helmet, and I was unconscious for two minutes. At 12 years old, I took a softball to the face. I was unconscious for a few seconds. At 18 years old, I was in a car accident. I was unconscious for an unknown amount of time. Once I was struck in the head with a rock. I was also hit in the head with a ten-pound dumbbell (working with juveniles means risks). I experienced five years of domestic violence. I have no idea which of these things caused my brain to work differently.
It’s hard for me to process. I was always so independent, and now I am unable to even hold a job. I learned what “flooding” was yesterday. I cried as I watched the video. For the first time in years, I felt understood. I felt like I wasn’t completely losing my mind.
It’s hard because my family still doesn’t understand. And they can’t see the injury, so they don’t think it’s there. I’m just taking one day at a time at this moment.
Thank you, Tanya Dallas.
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