Again, I didn't name this post because I don't know what it's about or what I want to say. I normally know what I want to say in my posts, but lately, I have no idea.
I don't know what I want say.
Hell, at this point, I can't even think about what I want to say. If you could read my brain, it would be a lot of nothing. My mind has flat lined, it's dead. If I try to think about what I want to say, I'm stumped. And then I'm frustrated. Frustrated about everything. Frustrated at my mom. Frustrated at being told what I can and can't do. Frustrated that I got in my accident. But also really grateful that I did. I don't know what/how I feel... that's the bottom line. I JUST DON'T KNOW.
And then I'm mad at myself because I want to be normal (because normal people know things like that, right?). I do, but I don't. Like what's normal to you? And what's normal to you? What's normal to you people is not normal to me. I guess that normality is in the eye of the beholder. The only thing that makes me feel better about this subject is the knowledge that most people could not meet me and know that I have a really brain injury. And the doctors who declared that I would never be able to walk again, or talk again, don't know squat. I'm sure that I heard one of them say that I wouldn't/couldn't do such and such ever again and I thought in my brain, "oh yeah? watch me." Cause I'm sure that if I was coherent enough to be thinking the never ending stream of cuss words like I was, I was coherent enough to think that they can take a long walk, off a short pier.
So there's my thoughts for today.