I'm one month into my concussion, about two weeks into my PCS. Life has been hard, REALLY hard since I recently graduated a course for CNA, my first ever really hard core career move. And I can't do anything about it. I'm not fit to work, just at the time I hoped I would be making a life for myself. And I know now that PCS can last a very long time, and that no one really knows how long each person will have to deal with it. So the day after my graduation I went into the woods behind my house and sat quietly and prayed. And cried, quite a lot. I prayed desperately for healing. I faced the possibility that I might not get better very quickly. But at some point, I realized that I needed to learn to be patient. I might be in this for the long haul, but somehow I realized that what I need is to feel like that's OK. I'm going to be content to be here in this difficult place in my life because I know God will be by my side, close as a heartbeat, through all of it. He'll never leave, and He'll still be there on the day I feel like I can face moving on with my life again.
So I'm going to get up in the morning and say "However long I have to be here, I'm going to be content with it because You're here with me and You love me. And I'll get better when You say it's time and You'll help me get through all the way until then."