Life changed.
Then I had to change.
In 2002, a speeding truck hit my motorcycle. My helmet flew off. I survived, but a traumatic brain injury changed the course of my life.
The recovery took seven years. There were doctors, therapists, difficult decisions, and a long process of making sense of what had happened. It wasn’t a neat transformation story while I was living it.
Communication became personal. When someone could explain something in a way I understood, it made a difference. An analogy, a story, or someone taking the time to connect could make a complicated experience feel a little less overwhelming.
Eventually, I found my way into writing. I started a memoir. Putting experiences into words gave me a way to understand them, and a way to begin sharing them.
Speaking was the next step. My first standing ovation came at a brain injury clinic. Before speaking became my profession, it was a way to connect.



