The most ambitious DIY project I’ve ever taken on was when I was 16. When I was sixteen, I hurt myself in a pretty bad way. I crashed a car, and spent months if not years recovering from the brain damage.
This recovery was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. It was not a passive recovery. I did not just get to lay back and wait for my brain to heal. No, brains don’t work like that. I had to relearn all my skills again, even things as simple as walking and talking.
My memory was shot as well, so I couldn’t remember from one day to the next. Ergo, I slept in a dark-green cage bed for the majority of my time in the hospital. For months, this bed was my prison.
This is when I was out of options. I begged for “brain surgery” many times, but I was told that my recovery “just didn’t work like that.” So, I did the only thing I could do: free myself from the damage I had caused.
With this revelation, I pushed with all my might to do the exercises therapists requested of me.
Things We Forget 
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