One traumatic event might change a person. Seven traumatic events transform a person. |
The goal of this BLOG is not explicitly defined. A short sentence is; Recovering from a brain injury. However, the recovery part is only the tip of the iceberg. A cliche, I know, but appropriate. Gray Scale means; Experiencing my world without emotional impact. I visited a dark place in my mind. The place where knowing oneself is happy yet not feeling the happiness emotionally. What a horrible thing to say about one's self. In this basement of thought, there is little light. No color. The sounds are a continuing hum created by medications. It vibrates in my ears with no change in tone or intensity. The sound is also gray. The gray also makes it difficult to move like damp sand holding my feet in a vacuum. No color. No sound. No movement. Stranded in a moment that will not pass. Sensory deprivation without being encased in a lab or dungeon. So what makes me write this? Blue! Yes, the color appeared this morning. No doctor or psychologist can explain precisely how the brain works. I sure can't. After several days I take a step. The distance isn't as critical as the direction. Forward, one step. |