It's a surreal feeling isn't it? (My neurologist told me the "old" Kristy died in the car accident - move on. Like it's that easy! It's not.)

I likened myself to Humpty Dumpty - even wrote a blog about it saying all the king's horses and men seemed to have lost a few pieces of me while putting me back together and if they find them - please forward them immediately. I wrote that 4 years after my car accident, I'm now at 6 1/2. We all process things differently, but.... Sound familiar? You are not alone. There is no magic potion, but time and to be open to self discovery. You're on a journey to find a new you.

Antidepressants helped me - it took months to figure out what worked (Zoloft) and then I was able to cope with the changes. Feeling misunderstood is a common characteristic of TBI/PCS and from my experience, those in your life willing to educate themselves on the conditions begin to understand, while those that will not (some of my family) will continue to misunderstand or even expect you to be who you were before.

Find the silver linings (I can draw now, but will never be a webmaster again & that's now ok), laugh even when you don't feel like it, know you are not alone and ask for help. Friends, classmates and coworkers help in the process. I ask them about the me before vs. me now as I navigate finding the new me. Hang in there - it does get better. ~Kristy