Trauma Resets the Clock

This is the second post in a series. To read the first part, click here. As my partner was in the throes of her brain trauma at the hospital, I found myself frequently imagining, wishing, and perhaps even praying, that one day I would go to sleep and wake up the next morning to discover …

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Stumbling Through Trauma

When it first arrives, there's a sickly combination of not knowing what to expect and telling yourself there's hope. The sickly part of it is that without knowing what's going on, or what to expect, you don't really know what reason there is to hold out hope except the cold, helpless fact that there are …