My name is Kim Wittorff
I hit my head playing roller derby in January 2014. The symptoms of my concussion lingered until they developed their own name – post concussion syndrome, or mild traumatic brain injury (mTBI).
Life with a brain injury is confusing, frustrating, heart-breaking. Like many people, after my first injury, I tried to keep being who I was. I overextended myself, day after day, trying to please myself and others. As month followed month, I spent myself recklessly, causing the integrity of my mind and my soul to slowly unraveled.
A second brain injury in January 2016 – this time from a large can of tomato sauce – let me know the gig was up. My abilities plummetted, my deathgrip on my job loosened. I was finally ready to acknowledged something irrevocable had changed.
So now I am here. No longer able to work, but finally living a life that allows me to heal. Evolving. Writing. Sharing my world with you, my readers. The visual evoked by “the foggy shore” so completely captures my experience through this brain injury. Anyone with a TBI knows about brain fog. But, more than that, The Foggy Shore chronicals my groping, stumbling search for understanding, for fulfillment, for healing. I hope that as I heal, and as I put my musings down on this screen, I will somehow find a path towards a clearer vision of the shore.