A Conversation with My TBI

Dear TBI,

I know you’re  not a person, you’re my stupid brain injury, but it’s about time we had a talk.  You have no idea what it’s like to live with you, and to always get messed up by you.

The first thing I’m doing, is I’m giving you a name. I’m going to call you “The Joker” from now on.  You know like Batman and “The Joker”?  You’re evil and diabolical, and you’ve always got this stupid grin on your face.

That name gives youKeep Reading