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Beyond "I'm Good": Learning to Tell the Truth About How I Was Doing
For years, I had a ten-second version of my story. I was running with my husband, the sun was in the driver's eyes, he hit me going twenty-five miles an...
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The Things I Forget: How Writing Became My Second Memory
After my brain injury, I would walk into a room and forget why I came. A name would be there one second and gone the next. Someone would tell me somethi...
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Running on Empty: How I Learned to Pace Myself
There is a kind of tired that sleep does not fix, and after my brain injury I came to know it well. It was not the honest tiredness of a long, good day....
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Start Small: Why Simple Was Exactly Enough
Before my accident, I was the kind of person who took on everything. I was training for a marathon when I got hit. I have never been someone who does th...
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It's Not Just You: The Invisible Weight I Carried
For a long time after my accident, I looked fine. I told everyone I was good, I smiled, I kept moving. From the outside, people thought I was back to no...
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Celebrating the Small Wins: From Sitting Up to Showing Up
There was a day, early on, when I could not lift my own arms to hold my baby. My family set little Jacob on my bed, and my body simply would not let me ...
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An Unexpected Anchor: How Faith Steadied Me
I want to start by being honest about what this is, and what it is not.
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Counting What Remains: How Gratitude Became a Daily Practice
After I survived my accident, one feeling kept rising up through everything else. I was happy to be alive. Genuinely, simply glad to still be here.
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To Those Who Carry Us: A Letter to the Caregivers
This one is not really for the survivors. It is for the people standing beside them. The husband, the wife, the parent, the sibling, the friend who keep...
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The Trail Was My Medicine: Movement, Fresh Air, and a Clearer Mind
For twenty-five years, a three-mile nature trail at Memorial Park in Houston has been my running space. Morning, midday, or late evening, it has not mat...
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Who Am I Now: Finding Purpose in the Person I Became
There is a question that comes after a brain injury, quietly at first, then louder. Who am I now?
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When the Doctor Asks "How Have You Been?" and You Can't Quite Remember
There is a question I came to dread a little. How have you been since I last saw you?
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When the Light Became Too Much: Learning That Quiet Is Not Weakness
There was a gym I used to go to with a friend. Bright lights overhead, pop music turned all the way up. One day I was moving between the treadmill and t...
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Nine Hours and a Nap: Making Peace With How Much Rest My Brain Needed
Before my accident, I was the kind of person who kept moving. I was training for a marathon when I was hit. Rest was something you earned after the work...
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Writing Healed Me: Why I Put Pen to Paper
For years after my accident, whenever someone asked how I was, I gave the same answer. Good. I had a ten-second version of my story that I could recite ...