We Need To Talk - My Story: Storms In My Brain - I lived, I survived I fought and reclaimed myself again

Multiple Storms in My Brain: How my TBI Taught Me to Redefine "ME" AgainPart one: THE SPIRAL - How my mind betrayed mePart two: THE STORM - Almost five years ago, I danced naked in a thunderstorm. Not metaphorically—literally.Part three: THE SHATTERING: Sound and other Triggers. How "Traumatic Brain Injury" looks for all the outsiders looking at you.A ghost injury: No scars. No casts. No visible wounds.An invisible earthquake: The foundation shakes, but no rubble shows.A broken compass: You look fine, but inside you’re lost.A storm behind your eyes: Fog. Confusion. Fatigue. All unseen.A mask no one notices: You seem okay. You’re just not.A glitchy hard drive: Everything’s there. But scrambled.It’s a silent injury with loud consequences.A wound that doesn’t bleed.And in the end—it’s just you. Fighting a war no one sees.📌Timestamps:00:00 - Sharing 3 stories all 3 equally important about: surviving, thinking, dealing, feeling, healing and betrayal.01:31 - "Everything was fine until it wasn’t” my brain declared war on me, with all the consequences.04:06 - Taking my power back. Trusting my feelings over my thoughts. 05:27 - To all the men listening “I know about pain”  and your tears and words and not your weakness. They give you power.06:59 - Dancing naked in the rain. And that’s about reconnecting my fractured brain 🧠 with its forgotten body. 11:00 - Nature reconnected my heart, my mind, my body and my soul.  I reclaimed and healed my body from the inside out. 12:44 - I’m ok - I’m fine, until I wasn’t ok, I wasn’t fine.13:58 - My shame cuts deep. My tears, my reaching out was seen as a weakness. 15:33 - It’s a storm behind your eyes you’re wearing a mask so nobody sees.17:03 - the dinner that broke my mask, I just needed to get out of there, I couldn’t handle it anymore.Join the conversation: #realtalkunfiltered #TBIWarrior #InvisibleBattles #healing To anyone fighting silent battles: You are not your trauma. Not your worst day. You're the space where healing happens.! Disclaimer: I'm not a medical professional.This is all my personal experience.