The next memory I was in a room, I was floating above my bed in the corner close to the ceiling. I remember looking around and everything was crisp, fresh, wonderful and new feeling. I could see myself. They'd put me in a straight jacket, I'm assuming because I punched a nurse. I looked around and saw the door cracked open. I felt very curious, almost like a kid in a new place. The crack got a little bigger and I saw a face. I thought Hey, that's my brother. Oh no, he's crying. I wonder why he's crying. He came back into the room and the closer he got to me the closer I got to my body. I still had no idea what was going on I just wanted to know why my brother was so sad because it made me feel sad. He leaned down and gave me a kiss on the forehead and at the moment I was back in my body. I couldn't see, remember, feel or hear anything. So that's the end of that memory. The next memory I have is when I woke up from my coma. It was roughly 2 weeks later and I'd been life flighted back to a hospital back home. I remember waking up and this strange lady was scraping something along the bottom of my foot and I kept pulling my foot back. She gruffly asked me B, where are you? I looked around and it looked like the Great Grandmothers room in the nursing home. same color of wall paper, same floors, tv was in the same spot as it was in her room. So I said Mercy Villa. Still scraping my feet her voice got louder and more angry. She said, No B, Where are you? I again said mercy villa. She started scraping my feet harder ( I know now she was checking for responsiveness in my feet ) and she got louder and repeated the same question. Frustrated and not really sure what was going on or why she was asking. I felt like she was being abusive and very rude. In response I said, I don't know. Why don't you tell me where the fuck I am. She told me I was in the hospital. I just remember thinking "huh, that's weird" and then I laid back down and went to sleep. The next memory I have is I woke up, I had a pounding headache and I remember seeing my mom and a friend of hers sitting by my bed. I had my hand on my head and sat up and said "what happened" Before they could even answer, something inside of me told me that my grandparents and my aunt were dead. Then my mother explained that there had been an accident and I was the only survivor. I laid back down and went to sleep. I can't recall many things from my time in the hospital. I was there for 3 weeks. I just remember that everything felt, new, wonderful and exciting. It was like waking up with the mind of a 5 year old in a new place. Everything was new and interesting. Everything appeared new, crisp and very clear. It seems everything was beautiful as well. It took about 3 years for things to turn around.
I do remember that I knew these family members in the room and family friends. I just didn't remember anything about them or my history with them. I just knew who they were and assumed we were close. I recognized the people and who they were in my life. There was hardly any memories involved with any of it or them. I just knew who they were and assumed we were all very close. This story is from one of the first posts I made on steemit. I thought that since my hiatus with many new followers I'd go back a bit and tell my story so they might understand why I'm on here and am trying to raise awareness for invisible disabilities. Thank you for reading and following.