I have had a concussion this past week and have found writing difficult.

Or anything, really. Focusing, reading, talking – things I could fluently do are now strenuous, to the point where a patient asked if I was drunk because I couldn’t think of the word “house”. Not to mention the persistent headache that plagues me from morning to sleep.

The worst thing is the amnesia though. When I got hit in the head, I lost all memory of that night’s events. Going through my texts, notes, and journal the next day was like reading another person’s story. It is startling how fragile our brains can be. Now that I have partially recovered, the ability to remember yesterday’s events feels like a blessing.

If it wasn’t for the written word, these memories would have been lost forever. Which would be shame, because I write some really weird stuff when concussed.

Another reminder to invest in note-taking and journalling to etch our lives into history.