When people as me if Im ok, I usually give some crap answer about how Im managing just fine and everything is rainbows and unicorns... 😞 My dad and I never talk anymore (when we do we always fight), and its like my mom doesnt know what to do with me at all, this stupid TBI has torn us apart. 😕 Im like that broken dish that you keep up on a far away shelf (covered in dust), because you dont want to throw it away even though you know its completely useless and ugly. So heres my honest answer: I feel like shit 24/7. You get good at tricking your mind into dealing with this stuff for the most part, but it still doesnt make it suck any less. Im not damaged goods!!!! More like a slightly dented can of Progresso soup (dented on the outside but still yummy on the inside)....but no one ever sees or cares about that part of me.
Posted on: Sun, 03 Aug 2014 02:40:17 +0000