I broke a windshield.

You do not have to live with a head injury or concussion.

Pain relief, emotional and mental balance can be achieved.

A head injury or concussion, is not simply the moment of impact. It is not only a physical injury to the skull, scalp or the brain. It envelopes your experiences that were happening before as well as after.

What were you doing before an injury? Knowing this helps because it becomes part of the injury.

We had just gotten lunch from Burger King (YUM!) in Susanville Ca. Headed back to the jobsite and BOOM! Someone came through the line of cars on the left side just as we had crossed the light. For some reason I was not wearing a seatbelt and there goes my head into the windshield. (I am tapping as I write this as I just realized this has not been healed. I will be right back.)

Well, that was twenty minutes of pain, tears and huge energy release.

The next thing I remember we were parked in a parking lot. I looked over at a guy who was watching and I yelled, “Look at that! It didn’t even hurt!” Then I dropped my drink. I knew I was in trouble.

When I was questioned by the police I lied to him about the seatbelt. I still remember his face as he knew I was lying. They asked if I needed an ambulance. I would have said no but my boss said I should. What happens late make me question this decision. My ears are beginning to hurt so I am going to tap again.

That one was tough. Massive pain in my head and sobbing.

I do not remember the ambulance ride or arriving in the hospital. When I awoke I was strapped to a flat board, alone. Time to tap again.

It is incredible how much is coming up considering how much work I have done to heal my head.

I woke up or came to awareness on the backboard, alone, and began freaking out inside. My boss came in an I screamed, “Get me the FUCK out of here”. I do not remember anything after that. I believe I remember being dropped off at home. No idea if I was ever actually checked out.

Head injuries change everything. I had experienced depression for my whole life, (self diagnosed and well hidden) but after this day, because I had to hid the depression and sadness I got ANGRY. HULK ANGRY. Being a spaz with anger, sadness and depression. Recipe for disaster.

I moved to Colorado. Another story.

Thank you for reading. I feel really good after this writing and tapping session.