40 & Counting: How I Overcame A Traumatic Brain Injury

40 & Counting: How I Overcame A Traumatic Brain Injury

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What if I told you that at 12 years old, you are going to be involved in a car wreck caused by a drunk driver? What if I told you that after the final moments in that car wreck, your mother and yourself was unconscious? What if I told you that it took weeks before they came back to the living? What if I told you that your six-year-old little brother was in that same car wreck and was the only one awake and had to tell the authorities who to contact? Well, I am here to tell you today, that this story is very real and it's about me.
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He had rules for a reason, or thats what he said. I did something wrong I got punished. I spoke out of turn, I got punished. I looked at him or ate without permission, I got punished. Haven thats what they named me funny isn't it? Ironic really. They named me Haven because my mom would say I was her 'Safe Haven'. What a pile of shit that was. She left willingly, she didn't depart because of some tragic accident. My father didn't kill her. She left because she was a coward who didn't want kids. As soon as my older brother went to college she left. I knew she hated me. I was the product of her love with another man. A constant reminder that her life didn't work out the way it was planned. He who ever he was is a phantom in its own. A deep rooted fantasy never going to come true. My brother left, my mother left, my grandma ignored, and my father broke. They let me give up hope on escaping and then decided to play hero. But I haven't forgotten everything I went through. Guilt consumes my brother but I don't care, you don't get to leave and then buy a reprieve of trying to save someone who has been dead for years. Besides lets just be honest I reached my breaking point long ago.

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