Hello, Little Blog.

Hello, little blog. I’ve missed you. One of the Moms at my niece’s school asked me if I am my OLDER brother’s mother. How does one respond? I was in shock. I know I don’t look my 61 years. The woman was so upset she made such a mistake I spent my energy trying to console her instead of taking care of myself. I told my brother. So did she. He asked her why she thought I was his mother. She answered that it was not based to looks but energy level. That hurts too. Before my TBI I was very active. I am hopeful I’ll be that way again. I understand she is still upset. So am I. Due to my lack of energy my psychiatrist prescribed a stimulant I should have tomorrow. Please let that help. I told my cousin the story about being mistaken for my brother’s mother. I also told him I never feel fully awake. He replied that was because of the depression. I was surprised. I thought the depression was better and I was just dealing with the TBI and the sudden major changes in my life. As I thought about what my cousin said I realized I am still very depressed. I honestly didn’t know. Now I am more depressed. Many people believe depression is just a feeling of sadness and for some this is true. It can also be disabilitating as it is with me. I’ve been this way for so many years I only recognize when I get worst. I somehow need to get out of this. I’ll have to talk to my therapist next week. You’d think all the medication I am on would take care of it. I will not have my old life back but I need to have a life with hopes and dreams. Soon I’ll write about my desire to take trips on trains.