Living through a pandemic is like living with a brain injury. Both require slowing down, doing without and shifting priorities. But isn’t life like that? Ups and downs, learning and unlearning. Maybe someday I’ll enjoy crowds, loud music and a busy schedule. And it’s highly likely our post-Covid world will end up just as crazy … Continue reading A curious thing
TBI
1/ My journey to the World Congress on Brain Injury
Three of us entered the therapist’s office that Monday morning: me, my brain-injured self and my pre-injury über-me. I guess it’s obvious from the words I’m using who was on top that day. Also, that we weren’t a coherent whole. When the session started, Dr. Bicycle could barely keep up with us. “I’d been thinking … Continue reading 1/ My journey to the World Congress on Brain Injury
Showing up for myself
This morning I’m putting off writing. I’m doing everything possible except sitting down to write. I’m not doing it on purpose, I don’t think. Writing’s at the top of my list of things to do. Want to do. Need? Those questions are just the tip of the iceberg. Or are they the deepfreeze core? I’ll … Continue reading Showing up for myself
Breathing my mother, breathing myself
Since my accident, I’ve been practising self-care. I take time. I allow for rest. I try to just be. But when my mother goes by ambulance to the hospital, time goes berserk. Will mom make it through surgery? Will she get out of the ICU? I’ve learned to breathe, and I find myself breathing my … Continue reading Breathing my mother, breathing myself
My dog days of summer
On a morning of non-stop drizzle, when everyone’s gone into town to find Wi-Fi, the dogs and I are having a nap. We’re holding down the summer fort, so to speak. Hanging out because, well, that’s how we roll. My sister’s golden retriever, Tekla, is blissed out under the red Ikea chair by the window. … Continue reading My dog days of summer
What love’s got to do with it
Let me describe her before she’s gone. Because I have a feeling she’ll go. That, or I’ll learn to live with her in a way that I barely notice her presence anymore. Call it my new normal. For brief moments, I already feel like she’s gone. After a nap. After a good night’s sleep. It’s … Continue reading What love’s got to do with it
This writing life
I’ve barely touched this space for three months. I’ve been busy quieting my mind to give my brain more space to heal. I rest a lot: fatigue still takes a lot out of me. I practise all that I learned at rehab: Breathing. Mindfulness. Self-compassion. Making sure I exercise and get to yoga. Mostly, I … Continue reading This writing life
Postcards from my brain 