“Holy Weeping” A Devotion for Lent

When I Survey . . .

“Rejoice with those who rejoice, weep with those who weep.”—Romans 12:15

One of the stranger symptoms resulting from the traumatic brain injury I got 17 years ago is my tendency to cry at odd times, such as while watching sappy jewelry commercials on TV or foolish pet videos on Facebook.

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SPEAK OUT! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Faces of Brain Injury . . . . . . . . Jennifer Stokley (survivor)

Surviving Traumatic Brain Injury

SPEAK OUT! Faces of Brain Injury Jennifer Stokley (survivor)

presented by

Donna O’Donnell Figurski

Brain Injury is NOT Discriminating!

bigstock-cartoon-face-vector-people-25671746-e1348136261718It can happen to anyone, anytime, . . . and anywhere.

The Brain Trauma Foundation states that there are 5.3 million people in the United States living with some form of brain injury.

On “Faces of Brain Injury,” you will meet survivors living with brain injury. I hope that their stories will help you to understand the serious implications and complications of brain injury.

The stories on SPEAK OUT! Faces of Brain Injury are published with the permission of the survivor or designated caregiver.

If you would like your story to be published, please send a short account and two photos to me at neelyf@aol.com. I’d love to publish your story and raise awareness for Brain Injury.

Jennifer Stokley – Brain Injury Survivor

Jennifer Stokley (survivor)

On May 10, 2007…

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The weight of closure

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Have you ever felt weighted down, physically and energetically, by the sheer mass of a situation in your life?

It can feel like a ball and chain tied to your body, never ever giving you the freedom you know you both need and deserve to move forward with your life. It’s heavy, exhausting and debilitating. Sound familiar?ball and chain

This has been my life for nearly the past three and a half years, and now I can finally talk about it. So here is my story, which I’ve not been able to truly share openly until now (for reasons that will be revealed below).

On a Friday in November 2013, I came off a horse (who spooked) in a dressage lesson, hitting my head on the ground, with my helmet on, and hard. Lying on my back on the ground, I heard my friend and trainer yell across the arena, “Don’t move!”…

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