So many friends in low places – and not in the low places like the Garth Brooks song.
Just low, feeling bad, struggling with the reality of what a brain injury has done to them, to their family or to their loved one.
Low because there are so many parts of this process that directly change who a person is, what they can do, and how they interact with the world.
I feel low because they see the suffering, and they often feel that there is nothing that they can do to make it better.
Low when they see the tears, the angry moments, the frustration that seems to repeat itself day after day, night after night. Without fail, life cannot be controlled enough to make the world an easier place.
Those of us on the sidelines can only shout out the plays – we are not the ones in the game that feel as if they are playing by rules that they no longer understand.
Be conscious of how you treat yourself – how you treat others, and where your words can take you. Words are palpable in the low world, and can do damage to everyone. Try to find kindness, and if there cannot be kindness, step away.
Breathing space is always better than feeling defeated.