Not many people can relate to a brain injury. Some, but not many. So to be more relatable, I am ten months postpartum.
I have experienced anxiety and depression. Heck, I’ve experienced psychosis. I’ve been through the trauma, again.
I’ve learned a few important lessons through my trauma. One of the most important is that I have to stop giving myself excuses. I have very valid ones, but I have to stop giving them.
I have to stop training my brain to be in the “woe is me” mentality. What I am is what I am. I have to stop giving myself excuses, no matter how justified they are.
I’m 28. I have a baby. I have a brain injury. All of these are facts. All of these have also been used as excuses.
I have to stop using the facts as a negative. I need to use them positively.
For example: I am 28. Yes that means I have, statistically, lots of years to go. I am young, and that’s a good thing. It makes me more relatable.
I have a baby. Yes, that means I have to say no to certain things. But I shouldn’t be using that as an excuse. I need to use every negative
I have a brain injury. That means even doctors do not 100% have the answers with me. It makes me special, but it doesn’t always make me unique. However, I am one of a kind. So is everyone else.
We are all just like our DNA. Similar in big picture, but not exactly the same the closer you look. Just like zebras stripes. They all look the same on the far away outside, but they’re unique.
My brain injury makes me unique just like a zebra’s stripes. But excuses are also like the stripes. Everyone has them
