My body was a pincushion, my brain a pile of broken glass.
Imagine you are a long distance runner, running fifteen miles at a time, the most you’ve ever done. Today, you decide to go twenty. At mile sixteen, you feel a twinge in the knees, a tug at the lungs. Mile seventeen, your feet are tired, your legs sore. By mile twenty you are exhausted, every bit of your body aches.
Imagine that pain every day of your life, multiplied many times over. Imagine it as pins and needles skidding across your nose and cheeks, poking into every muscle, every joint, sliding through your gut, your brain, your spleen. Imagine your life nothing but pain.
Brain injury victims are tortured constantly, both mentally and physically. Each injury is unique, leaving even the best doctors and scientists baffled. The brain is complicated, filled with approximately 100 billion neurons. It’s no wonder that when someone takes a bonk to the brain, the body turns into a mass of pain.
My chiropractor once told me the reason my body was in so much pain was because of all those neurons, those tiny little wires that got mixed-up when my brain got tossed around. I think he was right.
That chiropractor was the first person to discover the root of my pain, and he knew exactly what I needed to begin healing. Laser therapy would be my first step towards recovery.
I’m not exactly sure how laser therapy works. When I try to research it, I get funny explanations that involve words like ‘nanometer’ and ‘wavelength,’ things my mind will never wrap around. But I do know this, when the laser was aimed at my brain, I began to improve. That first simple step led me to find other ways to heal.
The next step was food, whole, healthy protein, and tons of fruits and vegetables. Because of my husband and my naturopath, I learned that the source of life is life itself. I learned to eat again.
The more I healed, the more I wanted to. It was during my third step that I knew I was in for a drastic change. I discovered yoga. I learned how to breathe, relax, let tension fall from my body. My blood pressure went down, and my pain began to decrease.
Such simple steps. Such amazing results. As I look back, I remember thinking my injury was this big cumbersome thing I could never get over. At the time, it felt like it. The fact is, healing was waiting for me, behind every small step I took. I just couldn’t see it until I stepped away.
There is beauty in the brain, in its ability to take life away, and to give it back. I found it all, one small step at a time.