There have been three important, courageous, and inspiring women in my life, my mom, my high school teacher, and my daughter.
#My Worst Date Ever: I’d never been on a serious date before; I’d been asked on dates by "little boys," but I never had decent clothes or shoes to wear, and even though I was embarrassed to explain why, I’d always find an excuse not to accept the date.
I can’t claim to know what life after a stroke or brain injury is like because I do know it is different for everyone. What I do know for sure is that it changes the person you once were; some things are better, but others are or can be worse. Initially, my biggest challenge was cognitive then mental exhaustion followed by physical. In fact, I just proved that my mental challenge is still with me: playing a game with an adult and a child almost caused me to give up because my brain was literally hurting, but, like when I was getting rehabilitation therapy, I kept going till our little tower collapsed; thank God for that, or I think I would’ve collapsed in front of my mentees.
My school experience as a child was the pits and not from peaches. My ‘wealthy’ cousins began the tumultuous experience, and the drunk, insensitive, and completely obscene ‘teacher’ perpetuated it, and other classmates cheered them on; I tried to ignore the ride and just kept going like a darn Duracell battery that everyone thought would never burn out, and it didn’t.
Nobody chooses to be sad or suffer from depression; many times it is situational depression caused by current, traumatic events or family dysfunction. Chronic depression comes and goes but can be just as dangerous, as it can lead to self-harm or suicide, a permanent solution to troubles and challenges. Some people suffer from genetic depression, inherited from parents.