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Here’s to the year I will have the most successful approach of pursuing my passion and making my dream a reality! Those were my last words of 2019 as I watched the ball slowly sink to the ground. Then, my son questioned “You have a lot of dreams mommy, what dream are you talking about?” JJ asks with his sweet voice.
I looked into his eyes and said “the dream of becoming a freelance writer so I can work from home and have the luxury of spending more time with you!”
He smiled from one ear to the next and said “that’s my dream, too, mom! Let’s make our dreams come true!” He said with pure enthusiasm in his voice. I was in tears. Moving forward, my passion for writing came to life in 2015 during a moment of reflection. Shortly thereafter, it hit me and I knew I had forty years of stories to tell.
The only concern that once held me back was self-doubt. Why? Because, my brain doesn’t function the way it once did after sustaining a brain injury to my frontal lobe in 2016. I was injured at home where I slipped and fell head first into the oven door while mopping the kitchen floor. Subsequently, I roused from a brief moment of unconsciousness caused by the head impact. I was alone at the time, but fortunate enough to have access to the phone in my back pocket. I called 911 and then my husband who made it home just in time as the medics arrived. The emergency department ordered a brain, the results indicated damage to my frontal lobe but only an MRI could identify to what degree. They gave me a referral to a neurological specialist for further testing and diagnosis, along with treatment, if necessary.
Within the week I had my follow up visit for my MRI. The neurologist explained that I would recover from the injury but only time would determine to what extent. The post-concussion symptoms worsened over the next month which included high levels of stress and anxiety, severe depression, loss of short-term memory and crying episodes. Most of these symptoms subsided within three months and others did not. As time passed by, my depression and anxiety issues became less frequent and those blindsiding crying episodes finally ceased – I wasn’t so fortunate with the use of my cognitive function. Once I became driven again to pick up my writing where I’d left off, I was stuck staring into a blank screen with no words to add. The endless idea’s that once flown out had dried up and I grew frustrated. I began calling it ‘inspirational blockage’ and came to believe that my impaired brain would disqualify me from becoming an established, successful writer. I was ready to throw in the towel forever until a friend, and local author inspired me otherwise. His name is Scott, a 38 year old with epilepsy who has already written five books in his writing career gave me more than enough encouragement to push myself forward no matter how difficult the struggle became. He explained that writing was the best therapy for mending a broken brain, urging me to start with baby steps and work up a daily writing habit.
I began to write every day to work through the difficulties and some days are better than others. I finally came to accept that my brain will never work as it once did, but refuse to allow it to get the best of me. I have too much knowledge and compelling stories in that broken brain of mine that needs to be shared. I live by the quote “My story is another’s inspiration” and if I only inspire one person and only one person – then I fulfilled one of the many purposes I was put on this earth to do.