Do you have a filing cabinet in your home office or work? What would you do if the drawers started jamming, files were misplaced, or God forbid that the lock was rusted shut?
You walk by a filing cabinet and on first glance it looks fine. It is only when you start rattling and rummaging through the drawers that things appear out of sorts.
I have come up with an analogy that my brain is currently like a filing cabinet. The information is there, somewhere in the depths, but sometimes I just can’t find the exact file I need.
Welcome to my brain – a brain that was formerly solid and reliable. A brain that could quickly retrieve facts, information, or that just right word. Now it’s like it is all trapped behind a firewall, which occasionally grants access, fickle in nature. Unnerving, exasperating and irritating.
A physiatrist I recently saw for my concussion explained that a concussion effects the software of your brain. With medical support, I hope that this software updates.
In the interim, don’t mind me standing beside my filing cabinet, rattling the drawers.