From a very young age, I believed that prioritizing education and developing self-discipline was the key to success. At just five years old, I’d already fallen head-over-heels in love with school, I loved acquiring knowledge about the world and experiencing everything I could. That thinking was abruptly changed and put on hold when I was fourteen and sustained a traumatic brain injury.

It was mid-summer at Lake Murry in 2020. I was fifteen feet up in a pine tree, ready to use the rope swing to jump into the water, but things did not go as planned. Instead, I fell directly onto my head at the foot of the lake. At the time, my dad understood the potential severity of the accident and rushed me to the doctor, but they simply glued my lip together and sent me home. I walked out of urgent care with minimal bruising and no stitches. They assumed I was okay because I showed no apparent external physical damage beyond a torn lip, but what they didn’t see or understand was that I walked out an entirely different person. I thought maybe all I needed was some sleep and I’d wake up to the person I was before, but I was terribly wrong. 

"I was unpredictable, defensive & exhausted. I felt out of control and I knew I was a different person."

My sophomore year of high school started differently. Following the accident, I had multiple weekly emotional breakdowns and could not handle stress. I returned to school and found it almost impossible to stay awake in class (narcolepsy: a rare long-term brain condition that can prevent a person from choosing when to wake or sleep). I had always easily juggled sports, straight-A academics, friends, and family. However, I could no longer read without developing an instant headache. I felt abnormal anger, sadness, and mood swings daily. Maintaining healthy relationships was almost impossible.

By the end of my sophomore year, I was unpredictable, defensive & exhausted. I felt out of control and I knew I was a different person. My family could not comprehend how the girl who memorized her multiplication tables at age five was the same person sobbing over algebra 2, refusing to identify as a “math person” ever again. All of us were bewildered by the change. I spent the last two years rebuilding my academics, relationships, attending doctor appointments and therapies. Working to rebuild the life I once had is a struggle. The traumatic brain injury temporarily paused my development and left me trying to achieve what had been so simple before. I still face many obstacles in my day-to-day life, but I am making great progress. I have worked hard to compensate for the effects of my condition. It is an ongoing journey with plenty of adaptations, but the process allows me to know myself better than ever before.