How do you fit in following a brain injury? Life is so different, you can often feel lost making you wonder where you and how you fit in.

Managing emotions can be a challenge. This blog is a narrative describing a moment when I let that iron armour down after brain injury.

The rollercoaster that is brain injury means that you must often take care of yourself first because you can't pour from an empty cup.

With several changes happening all at once, how do you keep the stress level under control. Follow-up to Perfect Storm Part 1

Do you heal a broken heart the same way you heal a broken bone? Sometimes I wish people realised that the same logic applies to my brain.

My work contract is soon coming to an end, but before it all ends, things are ramping up at an incredible pace. How do you manage this?

Neuro-fatigue is far reaching for someone recovering from a brain injury. Nothing make sense once your brain runs out of energy.

Depression...there is no one size fits all. Depression can wear many faces and we are all affected differently. Insight on PDD

Recount of a sad moment and the narrative that helped me get out of my funk.

How can you de-escalate your level of anxiety? Why does it suddenly sneak up on you? Account of an event where anxiety grabbed hold of me.

Has your view in regards to alcohol use changed following a brain injury?

Encephalitis recovery is a long and treacherous road.It can alter a person's psyche to the point where you feel like you are always failing!

How do you manage friendships post brain injury? In this blog I compare friendships to the high and low of executing recipes.

Anxiety...how it comes about for me, my go to tricks to manage it and how my lovely son added a new tool to help me deal with my anxiety.

I love the mountains. There has always been something about mountains that makes me want to conquer them.

The complexity of simple decision making post brain injury is out of this world. So many aspects have to be factored in!

When partaking in a social event, I often compare myself to a statue. You are there, but not quite registering what’s happening.