After sustaining a traumatic brain injury, I couldn’t move through life the way I used to. The nausea, chronic pain, migraines, fatigue, dizziness, and insomnia overwhelmed me. Weeks and months went by without improvement. All consumed by the notion that nothing would be the same again, I descended into a dark place. Not only was I physically debilitated, I couldn’t cope.
Family, friends and providers grew increasingly more concerned for my well being. Due to all the new cognitive and physical limitations, it was difficult to preserve my former identity. To survive, I needed to figure out how to live. I needed something that could give me a sense of purpose and light. I had always painted but did so very differently after my accident. It is what you see here today.
