Narrative Essay On Concussions
I am independant and very stubborn. This past winter during basketball season I received a concussion one day during practice. Concussions are way more difficult to cope with than most people think. I knew the people who loved me did, and that they would always be there for me. However, before my concussion I never truly had to rely on them. I love my friends and family to death but I am very independant. I hardly ever want help with anything because I want to do it all by myself and I am really stubborn, these arent always the best characteristics to have but it’s part of my package. Before my injury, I was the one who helped other people with their problems and I never really told people about my problems, so I just stuffed it down and acted like everything was fine. I was able to get by, barely, until December 15, 2016
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Now, I realize that I was depressed before the season started and then when I was injured, my mental health plummeted. I just told everyone, “I’m fine!”, “I’ll get better eventually!”, “It’s not my plans, it’s God’s”. While I knew these to be true I couldn’t help but feel depressed. I didn’t feel like rehabbing because I felt like it wasn’t doing anything and simple things were so hard. That’s the thing with concussions is that concentrating on anything for longer than about 30 sec either gave me a headache or made me want to throw up. I couldn’t ride in the car and look out the window because I would feel nauseous. Concussions are hard to fully understand unless you’ve been there. I quickly reached the breaking point where I just had a full blown meltdown. I’d never had a meltdown like this before. I still hadn’t gotten the message yet though. I continued to silently struggle for the next 2 months as I rehabbed. My family had started to noticed how depressed I had gotten and I started
Now, I realize that I was depressed before the season started and then when I was injured, my mental health plummeted. I just told everyone, “I’m fine!”, “I’ll get better eventually!”, “It’s not my plans, it’s God’s”. While I knew these to be true I couldn’t help but feel depressed. I didn’t feel like rehabbing because I felt like it wasn’t doing anything and simple things were so hard. That’s the thing with concussions is that concentrating on anything for longer than about 30 sec either gave me a headache or made me want to throw up. I couldn’t ride in the car and look out the window because I would feel nauseous. Concussions are hard to fully understand unless you’ve been there. I quickly reached the breaking point where I just had a full blown meltdown. I’d never had a meltdown like this before. I still hadn’t gotten the message yet though. I continued to silently struggle for the next 2 months as I rehabbed. My family had started to noticed how depressed I had gotten and I started