Every day I would get out of bed and already my head would be hurting. As I went to a neurologist doctor, I continued to work as any other person. School started and I applied myself as much as I could. I tried my hardest and went to the doctor only when needed so that I wouldn’t miss too much school. However, this wasn’t always a good condition. Some days were better than others with the headaches. Which, in turn only made me want to strive to do more than I was at that moment. I was armed with my medication, sunglasses, and school book’s, and ready to face the challenge that had presented itself to me. …show more content…
As we spent more time alongside each other in school, it soon seemed apparent that I was a sort of outcast. I couldn’t relate to certain memories or felt the same way about other matters. The concussion had changed me. I had a new outlook on my surroundings and forgot my old ones. It was as if I was a new person in our friend group. This was because of the same obstacle but different at the same time. Instead of trying to work through school and remember old content, I was forced to interact with people who knew things about me, without knowing