I'm 29 (4 years and a bit after my accident) and recently separated after 11 years so I don't know where I want to be or what I want and I'm alone in my own apartment now for a week and it's beyond mundane and empty.
I live in Cordoba, Spain now and I speak English, Spanish & German natively looking for friendship and seeing as everyone has a traumatic brain injury like me or something similar, it's a great place to find 'like-minded' people so if you're in the mood to talk to a random email me or message me through here
winter_markus@yahoo.com
PS
I took this photo an hour ago in my kitchen area and yes, I do realise/accept I need a haircut lol
My nickname in middle school/high-school was 'baby face' which I hated at the time so my face in the photo screams child, but I'm nearly 30
****Update****
I forgot because I'm a pleb, to explain why I don't have another photo to choose from:
I'm a lifetime photo-phobia guy so this photo of me looking like a recovering addict is my first photo in at least 10 years.
Hi Marcus and welcome. I might be wrong but you look sad in your photo ............. ?? Can you tell us how you sustained your brain injury, and any after-effects it's left you with.
I know how difficult it can be starting over after a relationship ends. Have you kept in touch with friends who you can still socialise with, and are your family there in Cordoba ?
If you've been alone in your apartment for a week I'm guessing your motivation is zero ; I hope we can help life your spirits ! See you later, Cat x 😐
Hey Cat
Thanks for replying. Yeah, I can't deny it - I'm a tad lost, lonely and having to deal/cope with this freakin brain injury. I've seen much much better days, but equally, I've had far worse so I guess I should stop whinging and suck it up.
My best friend and in reality my only 'real' friend lives in Sweden (he's Swedish) so hanging with him, tearing up the streets of Stockholm lol just isn't possible anymore.
Cordoba is abou 2 1/2 hour drive from Sotogrande (near Gibraltar) where I previously, up until about 2 weeks ago lived with my chica, but my 'roots' are in Marbella and no, I don't really talk to my old "friends" because after my crap/accident I stopped all contact with my old life and people. The only one that I stayed connected to is Tobias, but as I said, he's in Stockholm, Sweden so we never see each other.
Half of my family are from and live in Madrid so I don't have anyone here in Cordoba, but post-accident I can't financially afford either Marbella or Madrid or any bigger economy city/location.
I went from £43,000 a year salary (bank) to being on a £550 a month pension from Germany (I'm a German national) so I'm not impoverished, but not exactly well off so I'm for lack of a better description - broke and stuck.
I have a hell of a lot to be grateful for though and I know that Cat. 90% of motorcycle accidents like mine result in death and even when they live they are one doing just that; living. The specialists told my wife if I do wake up, I will pretty much not recover and they wanted to arrange a transfer to a 'hospice' type setting and thankfully, after 4 and a bit months, I came out of my coma and as you most likely know, I was still 'la-la land' and after being transferred to Walkergate Park for rehabilitation I didn't feed myself at first, walk, talk, walk and even the day I left Walkergate I was still in my trusty wheelchair, but after 2-3 weeks of daily backyard walking training I finally regained my ability to walk, talk (I'm a bit of a weirdo in the sense I am 3 nationality person so my family only speak German and Spanish so I had to not learn 3 languages, but I had to reacquaint myself with them so I could speak, write and read fluidly and without pauses). I'm assuming my english is 100% at the level it has always been and hoping you're not clutching onto your Babelfish app while reading this lol
Basically Cat, I was your typical as*hole on his superbike (Ducati 848) on an English country lane doing 140+ mph when dumb di*k here hit a wet patch in the road and came flying off at very very high speed and my neck became caught on a farmers perimeter fence and my brain smashed against my skull (lights out) & over 4 months of the dedicated medical team at the RVI in Newcastle saying I might die, I didn't and now I'm here either boring you or you're expecting an authors signature at the end of all this
Roger - I feel ya man and I feel a little better after seeing your profile pic lol. My hair feels more acceptable now so thanks