Even though I didn't lose consciousness, I had still sustained a head injury that left me laid up, perplexed and disoriented for months of partial disability. At some point in the first few months of confinement, my senses were all skewed. I had a blurry vision and sensitivity to light that always keep the blinds drawn. Even music made me dizzy and my brain can't seem to process the sounds into meaningful patterns in a phone conversation. And the worse, I couldn't taste my food nor smell my two-year-old daughter's fragrant hair after being washed.
Other senses that I had taken for granted in my entire life became strangers, and I missed them. Because of the accident, I had been denied the comfort of some keen companions - the written and spoken words, and my sense of belonging. I also lost my identity, having to spend days in bed unable to care for my daughter. In just one sudden moment, sense of place, sense of purpose, sense of safety, and sense of peace were all gone.
The disconcerting side effects lasted for a few months and changed my life in ways I may perhaps hardly have imagined. Shame overcame me not being able to speak fluently and embarrassed of the condition that I can't go farther than my own backyard.
During my senseless period, I had asked God why me, why this, why now I have truly come to believe tha