The Wind Tunnel of Brain Injury
A new day dawns and the bleary eyes force themselves to open. The breeze picks up speed, gathers strength and blows a little harder. Time marches on and the day passes, all the while the wind is picking up speed. The tunnel is now a trap and you can’t escape.
That wind is awareness, it is life and it’s hurtling by you. You’re clinging on for dear life, literally. The wind is now a maelstrom and you stand and watch and wonder. You’re scared, you have no control. The hurricane continues unabated, you freeze in the vortex wondering what the hell is going on around you, trying to make sense of it all, trying to work out who you even are. Fatigue, memory, control, balance, remember when you could control them?
Life is passing you by and you’re not sure of your place in it, you’re not SURE of anything. Concentration rules supreme and the enormous effort to do just that is immense. In the meantime, standing up straight in the tempest is wearing you down.
I need sleep. Again.
And THAT, Mr Theroux, is what it's like living with the hidden disability that is brain injury.