November 16, 2020

In June of 2018 I suffered a nasty concussion. At first it wasn’t too big of a deal – my eye swelled shut, I had stitches, but it all seemed pretty routine. CT scans and x-rays showed no head or brain damage, but I did have three broken ribs.

About a week after the injury, I started getting headaches on the opposite side of my head from the impact site. Overnight, I developed a sensitivity to light and sound.

There were some cognitive issues – it’s like my brain was shrouded in fog. Worst of all was the deepest, darkest emotional funk you can imagine. Anxiety, depression, and what I characterized as “a sense of impending doom” became realities.

It was/is perfectly awful.

After another round of scans and x-rays, my internist – whom I love very much – told me I had post-concussion syndrome. No, I’d never heard of it either but all my symptoms were textbook.

The cure?

Time. I was to be patient. It would “take time.” (I’ve heard that “take time” phrase so many times that I’m afraid the next time I hear it I’m gonna punch someone in the throat.)

He also put me on a killer combo of depression/anxiety meds. Apparently PCS victims are prone to suicidal thoughts. Praise God that hasn’t been an issue.

Since then, I’ve been to a chiropractor, I’ve tried acupuncture (which was actually pretty fun, but it didn’t really help), and talked to a counselor. All well and good. I’ve also been to a neurologist, and that’s been very encouraging.

I’d had a migraine headache 24/7 – that was taking its toll – but again, she’s tinkered and experimented with several drugs and danged if the headache is only maybe twice a month. It’s not constant, and when it comes it hits with a vengeance, but it’s so much more manageable.

I’m turning into a professional patient….Lordy.

Why am I sharing all this?

Simple. My story is your story. You sometimes deal with discouragement. Gloom descends. And if you aren’t careful, you’ll experience desperation. We all deal with challenges, do we not?

Life is full of joy and heartache in equal measure.

Everyone faces something.

Many people respond to life with despair, or at least a sense of hopelessness. Well, I am here to stand before you and declare that hopelessness is not an option. God is healing me.

More about Liz

I'm a free spirit. I hate rules and legalism. I love art and nature, music, the beach and dogs. I like to garden, take pictures and read. I tend to speak my mind and have a rip-the-band-aid -off approach to life. (Brace yourself, this might hurt.)

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