A time to speak

The following post is my story in a nutshell which a dear friend has strongly encouraged me to share. We all have a story. We all need to share. There is healing in sharing. There is healing in reaching others with our brokenness and pointing up to Jesus who heals and restores. Thank you for reading and blessings on your 2021!❤


I have often heard it said that brain injury comes in all different shapes and sizes. Whether it’s mild, moderate or severe brain injury, they all hold a very similar characteristic; they are all traumatic.

My traumatic brain injury occured as a child of barely thirteen years old. On the summer of 1991, the minivan full of us five church youths rolled down a steep embankment after missing the guard rail by just a few feet. The seventeen year old driver spaced out at the wheel. Tragically, two beautiful girls went up to heaven that day due to massive head injuries. The investigators of the accident guessed that the 1980s van didn’t explode due to a malfunction in the van’s interworkings, but I know it was God who spared us passengers and it was a miracle any of us survived.

My vague recollection of that frightening day remembers passing out when we finally came to a stop but how long I remained unconscious I do not know. Being the last person to be pulled out of the wreckage and the first to be put on an ambulance, I was taken to a small hospital in the middle of nowhere to be looked over. Surprisingly, I could walk, talk and though suffering a few bumps and cuts appeared to be relatively normal. However, the discovery of my brain injury came many years later.

Fast forward to a mother of four in her mid-thirties who was starting to fall apart physically but had no idea why. Sure there were plenty of signs that something serious was going on but where do you start to get to the bottom of so many crazy symptoms?

I went to the Dr. who ran a plethora of tests and said it’s hypothyroidism. Okay, that’s easy enough to deal with, just take a small white pill and there, no biggy right? Nope. While hypothyroidism is a very serious condition in and of itself, for me it was just the tip of the iceberg.

In 2016 I went completely numb from the waist down. My husband dragged me to a chiropractor who after tests and taking imagining discovered the root cause: head and multiple spine injury. She told me my condition was progressing and we began the journey towards healing through cranial and spinal treatments. These gentle care adjustments for accident survivors are designed to restore healing to the central nervous system while drawing out the injury so the body can heal and gain strength, mobility, and function.

Nothing can fully prepare a person for the emotional, physical, and spiritual impact a broken brain and body brings into one’s life. The hard months of physical pain, exhaustion, and frustration are not the only challenges but also how a TBI effects a person socially. Therefore arriving at the discovery of my head trauma in 2016, I had no idea then that the overall response from others would be……indifference. Thinking maybe it was because in my case my injury went undiscovered for so long, that people just didn’t or couldn’t understand that yes, there are cases in which trauma shows up years later. Yet, upon further reading and researching I’ve learned that sadly the majority of TBI survivors live socially in solitude. This is because friends vanish, relatives are distant, and acquaintances judge which is heartbreaking.

Taking all my emotional and physical pain and sadness, I decided to begin blogging my thoughts in order to speak out in the hope that it would help people understand and offer support. This did not work either because then I couldn’t get anyone to read or follow my blog except for my best friend and parents who always supported me anyway. After a few posts my mom, being my number one fan, told me that reading about my faith was an encouragement to her and gave her hope. It was at that point my mom’s words spoke to my heart whispering gently that my writing endeavour wasn’t about me anymore. It was about bringing hope and encouragement to others and that was when my blogging purpose changed.

Writing words of encouragement in a blog to others who battle brain injury, MS, Chiari, and other chronic illnesses or injuries has been a amazing way to help others which in turn has brought the same to me. While old friends vanished like soap bubbles, I found a few amazing new friends through the blog who have been overwhelmingly supportive of me and a huge blessing to my life.

I don’t know why God allowed me to survive the accident that tragic day when my two friends died, yet I do know God is good and wise and has a plan for my life. I thank Him every day for a chance to grow up, marry, and have my four beautiful kids who bring so much joy. While there is no known cure for a TBI, I have heard that there can be improvements with proper therapies and treatments which gives this brain injured mama a whole lot of hope.

Written December 27, 2020 by vivjoywriter

The Lord Provides 😃

I’m so excited and humbled at the provision of our mighty God in every detail of life. Yesterday, as my newly employed husband (just hired on at the company he’s been a temp at…..Yes!!!) was setting down a pile of old blankets at our local donation spot at our community dump, something shiny caught his eye. He had actually debated just throwing the blankets away but thought twice and walked over to the small shack to find a spot to set them down. And there it was, sent directly to us from GOD…..

A smart gently used medline excell 2000 wheelchair. Just what I have been praying about, for months! I had looked online, asked family, asked friends but we could not secure anything and I was losing heart. So this morning when my husband brought it to my attention that he found a nice one for free…..I was overwhelmed by God’s faithfulness, goodness, and LOVE. Isn’t that just like our heavenly Father? Tears flowed down as I thanked Him over and over again for providing a way to go out and about. Not being able to walk much has limited my being able to be in the community. Walking is freedom. Having a wheelchair is freedom too!! I can be out again and no longer wonder if my legs will hold or if there is a wheelchair cart or place to sit down. I know most people wouldn’t want a wheelchair but that’s always been a part of my life having a mom with CP. It never phased me pushing her around places and I loved the times we shared. I’m so thankful to be able to spend more time with my husband and kids (with my mask on of course 😲) rather than sit at home while they go out. I’m still hopeful my legs will continue to heal but in the interim I am thankful for the chance to be mobile again. God is holding us all, friends and every detail is under His watchful, tender care.

Psalm 30:5b “weeping may endure for a night but joy cometh in the morning.”

Much love,

Viv ❤

Thank you God for these gifts! They came directly from you Jesus and I praise you. My heart is overwhelmed with a sense of your love. You provided work for my husband after being a low-paid temp for so long. I am overwhelmed at the love you are showering down upon my family. Forgive me when I doubt your provision Lord. I know this job and wheelchair are from you as a direct token from your hands.

In Jesus name,

Amen

My baby girl ❤