If you are reading this you may be seeking something more in this chaotic life. At least I feel as sometimes I feel very lost in this world, as I’m sure some of my other survivor friends who are reading this must. That is an especially hard problem that those recovering from TBI’s have; that lovely word— indecision.
There is so much living to be done in this life and its easy to feel as if there are limits, medical limits that make “grasping this life by the horns” impossible. You may be thinking that you’ll live a mundane life of ordinary. Sometimes it’s easy to fall into this thinking.
This feeling of being lost and in many TBI survivor’s cases, short-term memory loss, is one that seers any plans you may come up with for a change. Your head will be constantly spinning with some grand plan that you may vigorously attack for a day or week but then forget and your mind runs off on some other rabbit trail. Feeling lost has become somewhat of a constant and as the winter months swell and blow across the prairie, you may seem completely miffed. This is the moment, you must, my dear friend, take refuge in the blessing of what you have. Being gracious is always pique in this world of uncertain grief.
To bring you solace and perhaps a bit of comedy, here’s a funny little poem, about yes, haystacks:
Feeling like a haystack.
Many pieces scattered but all together.
Cut twelve inches long.
A stalk splintered by yesterday’s scythe.
One and one
On top of another.
Counting would be a waste of time.
The plow is finished
All is done.
Haystacks aren’t so bad after all, just don’t go trying to find a needle in one!
Chin up, my lovely readers, there is hope in the days to come, I am certain!