It comes around every year. July 6th. But this year I'm kinda mad. I've been faced to deal with my head injury/"encephalomalacia" these past 9 months or so. Its not a hurdle to get over, its not something that's going to be over someday. No this is about accepting reality... and I have. I have not worked since September 2012. I have not earned a dime... responsibilities have been kept at a very low minimum. And yes... I'm back living with mom and dad. And this is how it will be. Why? Because I cannot handle stress. I did myself in. My brain says "no more". That right frontal area that controls emotions and such. Yeah its still a bunch of damaged swollen tissue according to an MRI. And so meds keep me from going crazy. And meds mess up my stomach.
Why did this happen. A drunk driver driving at 4:30 in the afternoon on a Friday... July 6th.
But I'm alive. I'm alive and I have a relationship with the Almighty Sovereign Loving God because of the work and death of Jesus Christ on my behalf. So I cling to that... to Him.
Why did this happen. A drunk driver driving at 4:30 in the afternoon on a Friday... July 6th.
But I'm alive. I'm alive and I have a relationship with the Almighty Sovereign Loving God because of the work and death of Jesus Christ on my behalf. So I cling to that... to Him.
