- All Nonfiction
- Bullying
- Books
- Academic
- Author Interviews
- Celebrity interviews
- College Articles
- College Essays
- Educator of the Year
- Heroes
- Interviews
- Memoir
- Personal Experience
- Sports
- Travel & Culture
- All Opinions
- Bullying
- Current Events / Politics
- Discrimination
- Drugs / Alcohol / Smoking
- Entertainment / Celebrities
- Environment
- Love / Relationships
- Movies / Music / TV
- Pop Culture / Trends
- School / College
- Social Issues / Civics
- Spirituality / Religion
- Sports / Hobbies
- All Hot Topics
- Bullying
- Community Service
- Environment
- Health
- Letters to the Editor
- Pride & Prejudice
- What Matters
- Back
- Summer Guide
- Program Links
- Program Reviews
- Back
- College Guide
- College Links
- College Reviews
- College Essays
- College Articles
- Back
431 Days With A Concussion
I am not free,
 
 Instead, I am a prisoner in my own mind.
 I am not guilty, 
 
 But innocent.
 
 Always 
 fightingfightingfighting
 
 I am not weak, I am not defeated yet, and am not a giver-upper
 I am not healthy, healed, nor properly functioning,
 
 Instead: I am a soldier, battling a constant internal war, tortured in a stalemate. 
 
 Always
 fightingfightingfighting
 
 I do not have a flawless brain, mind; I have one that hurts to use:
 Constant
 painpainpainpainpain that I am accustomed to. 
 
 I am not the same,
 
 But hardened: I have seen pain,
 
 Lived with constant pain,
 
 Seen the ghosts of a past without pain,
 Appreciated what it’s like to have a lack of pain.
 
 Always
 fightingfightingfighting 
 
 I am not an innocent child, walking carefree through the high school halls.
 I am not a teenage girl whose biggest dream is to be looked at by a senior guy.
 I am a teen whose biggest dream is to be healed.
 
 All that I have to hold on to is a wisp of a memory of what it was like before, 
 a wisp of hope that things will be like they were before, 
 but even now I’m losing a grip.
 
 Because my mind is unpredictable, and even the important 
 factsmemorieshopesdreams
 
 Are blending together
 Or those 
 f a c t s/ m e m o r i e s/ h o p e s/ d r e a m s
 are sli p p i  n   g  out of my reach.
 
 431 days. 
 10,344 hours.
 620,640 minutes.
 37,238,400 seconds.
 And counting.
 
 But I am not giving up. I am not submitting myself. 
 I refuse to surrender. 
 I am a fighter.
 
 Always
 fightingfightingfighting.

