I’ve been coming across a lot of references people are making to telling stories… what stories we tell ourselves, what stories others tell us… what stories we want our lives to embody.
Once upon a time, I was big into stories. I wrote constantly, and much of what I wrote was stories fiction, non-fiction… just accounts that were meaningful to me. Sometimes others found them meaningful when I showed them to others. Most of the time, I kept them to myself. They were my stories, and I didn’t want anyone else meddling in them.
I continue to write, but now I share my stories. I do a whole lot more writing online, than in my onetime journals, and it’s good. It’s a good development. Looking back at all my past journals, I’m amazed at how circular I was rehashing the same topics over and over and over and over and… well, you get the point.
I have that problem a lot less, now that I’m putting what I write out in public.
Keeps me honest.
It’s good for me.
And I’ve been thinking it might be good for me to do more of this writing along different lines. I’ve written books before, and it’s strangely easy for me to collect several hundred pages of words that hang together well. I’ve written under pseudonyms, to keep my writing identity safe and sound, and the material I’ve written has gotten good reviews from some. And I think it might be time for me to write about growing up with TBI. I’ve been looking around some, and it doesn’t appear that there’s much literature out there about kids with head injuries especially from the point of view of the child.
The books that I have come across about kids with TBI have been either non-fiction (I did find a really good one, the other week), or they’re biographical accounts/personal stories from the point of view of parents. Not much that I’ve found has been written by people who grew up with TBI.
Could be, people just want to put it all behind them and forget about it. I could see that. I feel that way, myself, sometimes. But then I think about all the parents and the kids out there who have experienced TBI especially concussions in sports, which is so common and I think, “Maybe this is something I need to NOT put behind me. Maybe it’s something I need to put out there in front of me.”
I’ve been feeling incredibly emotional, lately. My life is undergoing some significant changes, with my home life shifting and taking on new aspects of independence for both my spouse and me, and my job not being the most wonderful experience in the world. I’ve been waking up regularly at 3 a.m., with this nagging sense that I need to make some changes… just what those changes are, exactly, I’m not sure.
I know what I would like to do have a lot more freedom to move and breathe and travel and enjoy my life (I haven’t had a real vacation in quite some time). I would really like to devote more of my time to this work of educating folks about TBI, writing about my life, informing people of the important details, helping survivors better understand themselves and manage their issues, and reassuring worried parents and spouses and friends that things don’t have to end badly. There is hope.
Yes, I know what I would like to do. I’m just not certain how to get there.
But writing this book will be a start. Yes, I think I’ll start here.