how do I adult

Trains, Pains, and Dysfunctional Brains

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“It’s like I’m some sort of adrenaline junkie who gets off on emotional masochism.” Upon coming to this realization with Therapist #2 (of 7, going on 8, now), I was met with the clinical “you have to get sick and tired of getting sick and tired. You have to get tired of playing chicken with […]

Video Games Killed My Radiologist... Sort Of...

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“Isaac… Isaac… Can you hear me?” Anyone who’s played Deadspace 2 remembers this opening scene. If you don’t already have this nightmare burned into your memory, do so now. See what I mean? Terri-fucking-fying. So really it’s pretty rational that I would have an intense phobia of being restrained, especially in an area where I could easily get […]

Getting Back on The Proverbial Horse

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The last few days have felt surreal, to say the least. I’ve been hesitant to write this post, for fear of willing the idea that this truly is all a dream into existence: a viable fear for someone who, post-traumatic brain injury, was told that “maybe all this is just a figment of your comatose […]