I truly sympathize with this woman--an injury of this nature dramatically alters your perspective on life. I had a small brain injury about 2 months ago; I neve

I truly sympathize with this woman--an injury of this nature dramatically alters your perspective on life. I had a small brain injury about 2 months ago; I never got a diagnosis from my high powered neurologist but we suspected it was related to covid. Thankfully I recovered after about a month. The symptoms of brain injury can be incredibly weird. I'm in touch with people who no longer experience emotions; who lost their internal monologue. My weird symptom was that I would get headaches and light sensitivity after sex. It's interesting. You find out that most of the people you thought cared about you actually don't. You find out that most of the things you cared about don't actually matter. You find out that the neurologists that were supposed to save you are actually just wasting MRI time to write bullshit papers to pad their CV. Even if they wanted to help you, they don't really know anything about the brain, and are dozens of breakthroughs away from getting there, and the few medications at their disposal can't change the reality that neurons don't heal or regenerate, and you'll have to make do with fewer of them. The world moves on without you and it doesn't care if you recover or not. If you were smart, you desperately try to avoid being lumped in with "stupid people", knowing how little respect people have for that population. You realize how much your intelligence factored into your ego and identity. It's not your fault after all. This isn't who you are. It's just an injury. But eventually you come to terms with the fact that your brain really does define who you are, and maybe you accept that or maybe you don't.