Anybody who knew me before my TBI knows one thing : I was a worrier. I worried about things even though they didn't need to be worried about. Just in case they went wrong. What would I do if they went wrong, what would I do?
But when I woke from my coma, I wasn't worried...
I wasn't bothered about what I'd lost because of my TBI.
I wasn't bothered about what my life in the future would be like.
I lived only in the moment - what happened in the present.
I've always wondered why. When your brain is damaged as mine was, do certain parts of it switch off so that you don't wear yourself out stressing about it? That'd make sense, as it'd maybe allow the organ to focus on clearing up the mess that's been made...?