Excited?!?!

I have been tossed, shaken, thrown about, shattered more times than one can imagine. I live in a world of unpredictability and uncertainty. Although depression has really gotten a deep hold on me as of late and I've been very apathetic, only feeling emotions of despair and hopelessness, I have found an unexpected validation in the whole Coronavirus pandemic. While no one has related the panic to me, I know that the whole world is beginning to have just a taste of what I experience every day. It's like my sister constantly asks Alexa, "when will the Coronavirus be over?" While she may not understand that we just don't know, I think 'we' all would like that answer. However, we have the knowledge that someday medical advances will be able to tame the outbreak. Unfortunately, I also have the knowledge that for me, a TBI is a lifelong thing. 

But I am not worried at all about COVID-19. In fact, I am super excited about it. When I felt the earthquake on Wednesday, I was elated! What is wrong with me? I am SO excited for the 2nd Coming of Jesus Christ and I think we are just beginning to see the start of the destruction before it happens. The 2nd Coming is when I will finally say that my TBI can be over! As I've talked with a friend about some of the struggles I face, I realize that I haven't even described the extreme difficulties of everyday. (Hopefully I'll do that in a later post). 

Right Left Integration

I have been learning a lot of things about myself as I've been on this journey of grieving, and healing. I have been through a lot of emotional upheaval in my life and much of it has gotten buried deep inside. 99% of the losses I have had in my life are due to the accident, and losses HURT. Discovering that getting up and doing something you've always done, you suddenly can't do anymore, is devastating. Getting abandoned, betrayed, ignored, and losing people who were part of your life is extremely emotional. Having a long list of to-dos and the desire to do them, but when it gets down to it, you just can't do any of it; that's discouraging beyond belief. Loving someone who refuses to talk to you because of an injury is heartbreaking. Having to relearn how to communicate with people feels hopeless. Dealing with professionals who don't know anything about your situation is incredibly frustrating.
What do all of these things have in common? Pain. Emotions. Feelings. All things that are felt and processed in the right side of the brain. Why does this matter Shannon? Because like so many other things, it represents the opposite world I was thrown into post-accident. I am very left-brained by nature. I think things through very logically and mathematically. I need order, I need things to make sense. Yet, when the accident happened, I was thrown into a world dominated by right-brained activity.

So, what can be done? It's not as easy as it sounds. It's not as easy as learning to write with your non-dominant hand although that is controlled by opposite hemispheres of your brain. It takes some serious integration and let me tell you, that is not an easy thing. I don't know all the ways to integrate the brain, nor will I claim to. But I can tell you how I've started doing it and things that loved ones can do to assist. I have had to tell myself that it's okay to let the trauma out, but I have to have my journal close by me whenever possible. This is because the second something starts to boil up, I have to immediately start to write about it. Whether there is something or someone that triggered it, or sometimes it's crazy dreams at night, but as I begin to write, I am naming (left-brain) the emotions (right-brain) I am feeling. And as things continue to come up, I have to keep trying to describe what I'm feeling and what caused it. Writing it, saying it out loud, activates the left brain and allows for better integration.
Others who are trying to help need to understand first and foremost that getting angry and frustrated with the individual will only make matters worse. Trying to throw logic (left-brain) at someone who is very emotionally charged (right-brain) is not going to do anything positive. What needs to happen first is understanding. You have to meet the right-brain with right-brain. It doesn't matter how irrational you think the behavior is, you have to find out why they are acting/feeling that way and make the feel heard and felt. It is important that you validate their feelings by showing care, concern, or even shared anger and frustration in your words and facial expressions. It is not until that point that you can present logic or rationale. After you have let them feel their feelings, understood them, and let them feel validated, then you can introduce other perspectives, lessen the reaction, etc.

ReSpEcT

...It has taken all too long to post this, but hopefully you will see why it has been so hard...
Respect has taken on an entirely different meaning over the last few years. I never thought I would have to ask someone to act like a normal human being, nor to treat me like I was a human being. But alas, I have pleaded for the simple respect to do just that. When I say respect in these terms, I'm not meaning "to view in high admiration; to admire deeply as a result of their abilities, qualities or achievements" rather, I mean "to practice tolerance; not to threaten, hit or hurt anyone; to be considerate of someone else's feelings."
Most recently, I haven't even had the chance to ask anyone for their respect, as key people in my life have jumped down the rabbit hole and shattered me. It started when the one peer who loved me when I felt unlovable abandoned me. For the 3 years that I have known him, our relationship has been all over the place. You could say the only thing consistent about our relationship is inconsistency. But the one thing that I truly loved, appreciated and never thought would change, was to always feel like I could call him when I felt really low and needed him. Around a month ago, he told me that he didn't want to see or talk to me ever again even though nothing had changed between us or about me. Perfect.
I have this terrible love for learning. Despite how difficult it is for me to comprehend, understand, absorb, retain, and have access to the information I learn now, I still love to learn. This is why my love for learning is terrible - because it is extremely difficult, but I can't keep myself from the desire. I finally received a degree. Which I had hoped I could just be okay with and be done, because learning is so challenging. Alas, I had to take more classes. This class in particular is an online religion course from BYU. It was tremendously hard, and not for the reasons outlined above; it was emotionally exhausting. This class asked questions about oneself that I couldn't answer without addressing the TBI and acknowledging that it played a roll on who I was, but that it wasn't me. I spent so much time, effort, work, heart and soul into that class. Then it was time for the midterm and submission of the main paper. I was confident that the agony and painful work that had gone into that class would show through my paper. But then the professor responded. It was cruel, offensive, dismal and brought me to immediate tears. He attacked me, saying that I hadn't thought "deep enough," that I gave "surface responses," was "non-committal," and accused me of not understanding something he didn't write. Similar things have happened before, but this one was the worst. So now I feel like I can never trust a professor again, especially not when I have to pour out my most inner tragedies.
Moments before I received the email response from the professor, I was on Instagram where I was able to put the pieces together as to why my closest friend (in age and proximity) abandoned me. He shared a picture, head over heels about another girl. We haven't been a couple in well over 2 years, but this is when I figured it out. I figured out why he wanted me OUT. We went on our first date shortly after he got divorced, he was back living with his parents, he had no job and felt ultimately hopeless. I was filling a void. That's all I ever was to him. He mysteriously broke up with me, as it just so happens, around the same time he started to get his life put back together. He would still hang out with me - on his terms - occasionally - when something in his life was going awry. I was only there to fill a void!!! Now that he didn't need me, I was never going to see him again.
So I texted his ex-wife to find out if there were any signs of any of that with her. She didn't respond, even after I texted again with her name and a ?. So eventually I messaged her on Facebook and asked if she got a new number. Her response was BRUTAL. She contradicted previous statements, said that we were never friends, and told me to never talk to her again. One more person - you think I'd be used to it by now, but it still hurts every dang freaking time.
There are so many other things I could list that happened within the next few days, like stupid guys, people who think that the stuff I listed above is nothing, people who simply will not validate the crap that I'm going through. You'll never believe what I did next though, but I'll write it in the next post!

What is a Traumatic Brain Injury?

When my parents fist started this blog, the purpose was originally to update loved ones of my status and progress. Since I have taken it over, my purpose has been to inform the world of the day-to-day struggles of a TBI, through the eyes of someone who has one. Today, I am going to tell you about a realization I recently came to that will, hopefully, give insights into my behavior, and potentially others who suffer with a severe traumatic brain injury. Let me start off with a very brief recap.

Ten years ago in May, I was involved in a very serious accident that should have taken my life for good. I was in a coma for 2 weeks - most medical professionals thought that I would not survive, but if I did I would have severe deficits in functional areas. I was diagnosed with the most severe kind of traumatic brain injury, evidenced by both Diffuse Axonal Injury and Subarachnoid Hemorrhage. Because of the trauma to the brain, I had to learn how to do everything again – from breathing, walking, talking to eating, swallowing, crawling, balancing, etc. Everything was taken from me, not just physically, but also functionally in areas such as academic connections, social inhibitors, social filters, consequential connections, and so many others.

Neurons cannot regenerate; brain cells do not produce more when some get lost unlike every other organ in the body. The way the brain heals is through neuroplasticity or building new connections. This means it takes me a lot longer to process the same information or movements as it did before, because my brain has to form and navigate different pathways. There are so very many things that I still struggle with and things that I will likely struggle with for the rest of my life. I often times feel like there are two separate entities within me, one is the traumatic brain injury (TBI) and the other is Shannon. It is a constant battle to govern the TBI and let Shannon come through. This is my new realization -- that there is something else inside of me, making it impossible for me to function normally at times. This is a very real part of me and it is something that needs to be acknowledged. In order for my true self to shine forth, I must learn to combat and overcome the effects of the TBI. But please understand that this is an extremely challenging, uphill battle so Shannon deserves a LOT of credit. 

Given this information, when someone looks at me, the kind of person they see depends on who is in control of my body at the moment. When Shannon is in control, everyone sees that I am a very sweet, loving person who is selfless, kind and extremely forgiving. I love unconditionally, but when the TBI is in control, those characteristics are overwhelmed by anger and frustration. Why is there such discrepancy? Because the traumatic brain injury is fierce; a monster that is hard to predict and hard to control. When I am in pain, the TBI takes over, when I am overly fatigued, the TBI takes over, often the TBI takes over for no reason at all, and it takes more energy than I have to restrain or mitigate it. The TBI does not care about anyone else; the TBI is extremely moody and intolerant. The TBI is impulsive (I never would have believed that I would say that 10 years ago!) The TBI is irritable and gets pissed over the smallest things. However, the people who know me, Shannon, know that I am NOT the TBI and they know that I am a chosen daughter of God who fights the TBI on a constant basis. Although I do a better job at combating the TBI now than I used to, it is still a constant struggle for me and there are still times that I can't control it at all. 

The TBI took away my ability to look at situations and see the consequences. For a long time after the accident (about 2 years) my brain was not willing to accept that anything had changed despite everything being much more difficult. Because of that, I, my literal brain, was extremely angry, ALL THE TIME! So I lashed out at anything and everything for a large portion of those 2 years. I cannot remember much of that time at all. But I have been told that I was extremely rude, needy, and just down-right cruel. During the first few weeks after I got out of the hospital, I literally lost every single one of my peer relationships due to this behavior. Of course, I as Shannon would never comprehend any of the things that I must have done. But because my body, through the TBI did them, none of those relationships will ever recover.

This is by far one of the saddest, most devastating effects of the TBI -- at the precise time when the person suffering from a TBI needs love, understanding and friendship, the negative effects of the TBI pushes people away. Amazingly, the majority of the population doesn’t even know how devastating a traumatic brain injury can be even though according to latest statistics (2018) there are 69 million new TBIs globally each year. The main thing I can do to increase the positivity with which people view me, is to continue to fight the TBI with all my might every single day. I educate people in whatever fashion I can on brain injuries, but it never seems to be enough. I act so different when the TBI takes control that I am a different person. People have a difficult time believing that the real me is remorseful of the actions “I” am taking when the TBI takes control. I hope that this post will allow people to recognize that those with Traumatic Brain Injuries are not bad people; they are likely really good people; their brains are just trying to grieve the hardest loss that anyone will ever have to face. 

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Small Steps are Okay

The purpose of this blog initially was to inform loved ones of my status. Since I have taken over, the purpose has changed to inform the world of the struggles of a Traumatic Brain Injury, through the eyes of someone who deals with one. Those who have followed along have watched me transform, seen thoughts roll out and become full on realizations - sometimes total transformations. I don't know everything there is to know about TBIs nor will I claim to. But I work through the challenges of living with one every single frickin' day. 

Every single frickin’ day is a very discouraging thought -- especially when I have to face the fatigue, overstimulation, stress and just plain exhaustion. Because there is a large part of me that still can’t comprehend that there is anything different about me, expectations I have for myself have not been adjusted. (AKA I still expect myself to be able to do everything I once was able to do even though there is evidence everywhere suggesting otherwise.) I get extremely discouraged when habits that I once had no longer exist, or when doing something “simple” takes me 5 times as long.

For the last 9 years I have tried multiple different techniques to combat these challenges. Some of the more effective were making checklists, doing things for 20 minutes, etc. But when it gets down to it, I was still taking on too much, or at least too much to make anything stick. I recently looked up how long it takes to develop a habit and I found that it takes anywhere between 3 weeks and 66 days. And in a moment of bittersweet forecasting I thought, “I’m going to have endless number of miserable 3 weeks to 66 days… but… if I initiate a habit one by one, maybe I can get my life back a little more like I want it.” Maybe that way I could make it a little less miserable – eventually. Maybe that way I can see a little bit of hope – maybe.

So I started thinking of all sorts of things in my life that I wanted to change (that are within my power) and made a list. But then I broke this list apart into charts. Each item had their own separate chart and each chart had 70 cells, 70 cells for 70 days to form a habit. Then despite every ambition within me, I told myself I was only allowed to start on ONE habit. I could still do the other things sure, but I wasn’t allowed to focus on them and try to stress about making them stick; only ONE.

I started it. I chose the one habit that I knew would help me with all the others – morning and evening daily prayer. I am on day 34 and I can confidently say that I think I’ve got a pretty decent handle on remembering prayers twice daily again. It definitely wasn’t easy to begin with, but as I focused just on prayers, and I had my chart next to my bed, it started to finally establish. I don’t know what it will look like as I begin to add more habits, but hey, I’ve got endless number of 3 weeks to 66 days.

Temple of Christ

  One of the goals that I have had since I was almost 12 years old, was to go to a new LDS temple every year on my birthday. The exploration of a new temple has spread far beyond once a year, as I take every opportunity to visit each new temple I can.
While many people have a goal to visit all 50 states, or 100 etc, my goal is far different. Yes, it's great to say that I've been all over the world visiting all these temples, but that is absolutely not the motivation behind it. As I walked into the Cedar City temple this year, I was overcome with the beautiful spirit that only comes from the temple of the Lord.
I love my Savior, Jesus Christ beyond words. I have a testimony of His reality, His divinity, His purpose and His mission. I know Him as my brother, my Savior and my friend. He is my lifeline. He is my strength and my courage when everything else is failing. He is the light in the darkness. He takes my hand and guides me along this treacherous path that I have been given to bear. But because of Him, I do not have to bear it alone. Although yeah, despite those who love me, I cannot share the yoke with any other human being. It is only through Christ that I can feel relief, and only through Christ that I can be made whole.
I feel His strength in the holy temple. I love visiting so many different temples because I feel the intense rush of the spirit through my soul even more so in a new temple. Visiting the temple strengthens my conviction. Through grief and pain, His voice is heard, "ye shall obtain!" I believe in Christ, so come what may! This is one of the hardest things to say at times, but when I put my whole faith and trust in the Lord, I know He will get me through and take care of me every step of the way.

     

What is Happy?

I've always meant to write a book about my story. But the magnitude of the task to capture all of the heartache, devastation, insights, failures, relationships, testimony building experiences has seemed far too overwhelming. So I recently decided to start by writing short stories, but came to the realization that I don't know how to do that because I can't imagine a happy or even meaningful ending.
What is happy? I don't mean the dwarf on Snow White, I don't mean the emoji or the character on Inside Out. I am talking about pure, genuine, untarnished happiness. Every day I wake up drained and exhausted from a sleepless (or at least restless), dreadfully insomniac night. I have to force myself to get up and start moving. Anything and everything I do takes resources by the dozen! I don't look forward to daily activities, doctors' appointments, therapies, or alone time. I don't enjoy any of the "hobbies" that people will throw out - they are typically more difficult than I feel like they should be (and were before) which makes me extremely discouraged.
Happiness has become such a foreign concept to me that I cannot even formulate how it could happen (for someone like me at least). I mean sure, I guess I could write a story where out of nowhere a magic wand comes into one's life but really, I can't do that. I couldn't do that, feel right about it and write with any sort of conviction. It just will NOT happen.
Quite honestly, I don't know what happiness even looks like anymore. I used to dream about things like a husband with kids. But thinking about watching my children go through hell, that sounds miserable. I used to really, really enjoy spending time with family but each year gets harder, sadder, and less internally inviting. I once loved water sports but when I went to the lake on Friday, I was miserable.
So, the long and the short of it is that I'm in a very, very deep depression. One that I don't know I'll ever come out of. Honestly, I don't understand life any other way.

P.S. If you've been around me lately and haven't noticed, don't feel bad, I can put on a very deceiving mask.  If I've shown nothing but misery, it's because I often don't care enough to fake it.