The Analogy I Use to Describe Brain Fog
Brain fog and word finding struggles. For me, this is one of the most difficult, emotionally painful things to deal with as a young person with complex chronic illness. And I know people with head and/or brain injuries, mental illness, or other medical conditions that require multiple strong medications, will probably relate as well.
It can feel discouraging, embarrassing and humiliating when I can’t find the words to say what I want to say. When I use the wrong words, say a word backwards, fumble and lose my way in a conversation or have to ask you to repeat yourself numerous times, I have to fight to not kick myself because of it. I find I’m often apologizing for myself and sometimes try to laugh it off, but the hurt goes deep. I want to be the person I was, the one I still feel like I am on the inside. But it feels like that inner girl is bogged down by the weight of her disease, and the resulting brain fog. So she expends huge energy to wade through it. Here is an analogy:
You are surrounded by a dense thick fog. You have no idea where you are, but you are weary, cold and tired. It’s hard to think straight about anything. Your feet are bogged in thick, sticky, knee-high mud and the debris that you get caught on, often trips you. You have something to say, but it’s not as easy because to say what you want you must wade through all this first and words aren’t easy to find, some you have to climb for. It’s an effort. You press on to find a way out.
A way out has yet to be found. Some days the fog is not so heavy, and the mud not so deep, and it seems easier – but then other days it’s impossible and you can hardly move. On days like these, it’s seems impossible. It’s just too hard, you can’t even think your words clearly let alone say them. On these days, you regret to say, you hide. This mud and fog is in your brain. You must push through it to express what you think, feel and want to communicate.
This is the battle for many with brain fog as a part of their disease. You know what you want to say and how to explain it, but your brain is so tired that that you can not articulate it like you wish or know you can. It’s invisible, it’s hidden, it’s daily, and it’s totally unrelenting. You wonder if it was a nightmare you’ll wake from, but morning comes and it’s all very real. And yet you persist. You want to be that person that you were. Before every facet of life became so tough. You must confront that internal battle every day to get your thoughts expressed.
I grieve that person that, unshackled by the chains of my disease, I know I could be. I imagine all I could achieve, how much more fluently I could speak! What my energy would allow me to do and get done!
Thank you to my crew who are incredible with helping me deal with this very personal inner struggle, as do my closest family and friends who see that struggle and help me through it…It can be embarrassing, and it is hard as a young person to admit it. That it is as hard as it is.
This story originally appeared here.