Traumatic Brain Injury

Hi, my name is PaintedKiwi101. I'm here because I want to feel less alone in relearning how to live life after a TBI

#MightyTogether #Anxiety #Depression #PTSD #Grief #BrainInjury

Hi, my name is KerryM. I'm here because I have been diagnosed with TBI and Fibromyalgia

#MightyTogether #Fibromyalgia

Hi, my name is Cupcakegirl. I'm here because I need support in living with both new and cumulative complex traumatic brain injury, specifically diffuse axonal injury. I want tools to make it easier to navigate daily life and to explain how others can help me.

#TraumaticBrainInjury

Hi, my name is MelissaNelson. I'm looking for help navigating life and support for my family. My 20 year old daughter has BPD, PSTD, and a TBI.

#MightyTogether #ADHD

Hi, my name is Clovermoon. I'm here because I spent years supporting others while silently struggling myself. I ignored the cycles of my body, the wisdom of the moon, and the deep connection between the two—just like the professionals did. That silence led to pain, misdiagnosis, and burnout. Now I write to share what I’ve learned: that PMDD, perimenopause, chronic illness, and emotional overwhelm aren’t just medical issues—they’re signals, patterns, and sacred rhythms worth honoring. I’m a wife, mother, and advocate for my autistic daughter—and for my husband, a veteran with PTSD and TBI who pulled himself out of the fire and became an advocate for others. Together, we’ve learned that love is medicine, and healing is possible when you stop hiding your truth.
#MightyTogether #Anxiety #Depression #BipolarDisorder #Crohn 'sDisease #Autism #PTSD #Veterans #MajorDepressiveDisorder #PMDD

Hello everyone,
It’s with a heavy heart that I share the passing of my beloved husband. He battled both stroke and traumatic brain injury, and for years we did all we could to keep him comfortable at home, surrounded by love. Losing him has left an emptiness I can’t explain—but I hold onto the peace that we gave him comfort and dignity in his final days.

Now, I have a collection of medical equipment that supported him—items that were well cared for and still have so much to offer. I would be honored to give these to someone who truly needs them.

Available items include:

Foldable power wheelchair

Hospital bed

Portable oxygen concentrator

CPAP machine

Recliner lift chair

Bedside commode

Walker with seat

Suction machine

Blood pressure monitor

Feeding pump

Overbed table

Pulse oximeter

Adult shower chair

Nebulizer

If any of these can help ease your burden or a loved one’s, please don’t hesitate to reach out. Giving them a second life would mean the world to me.

Grief has many layers. One of the hardest is sitting with the quiet after all the care and love you’ve poured into someone. I’m choosing to let some of that love keep moving—by giving away the medical items that once brought my husband comfort. If they can ease someone else’s pain, then something good still grows.

#griefsupport
#Caregiving
#medicalequipment
#disabilitysupport
#strokerecovery
#TBI
#Loss
#ChronicIllness
#HomeCare #MightyTogether #giveaway #WidowSupport

Hello everyone,
It’s with a heavy heart that I share the passing of my beloved husband. He battled both stroke and traumatic brain injury, and for years we did all we could to keep him comfortable at home, surrounded by love. Losing him has left an emptiness I can’t explain—but I hold onto the peace that we gave him comfort and dignity in his final days.

Now, I have a collection of medical equipment that supported him—items that were well cared for and still have so much to offer. I would be honored to give these to someone who truly needs them.

Available items include:

Foldable power wheelchair

Hospital bed

Portable oxygen concentrator

CPAP machine

Recliner lift chair

Bedside commode

Walker with seat

Suction machine

Blood pressure monitor

Feeding pump

Overbed table

Pulse oximeter

Adult shower chair

Nebulizer

If any of these can help ease your burden or a loved one’s, please don’t hesitate to reach out. Giving them a second life would mean the world to me.

Grief has many layers. One of the hardest is sitting with the quiet after all the care and love you’ve poured into someone. I’m choosing to let some of that love keep moving—by giving away the medical items that once brought my husband comfort. If they can ease someone else’s pain, then something good still grows.

#griefsupport
#Caregiving
#medicalequipment
#disabilitysupport
#strokerecovery
#TBI
#Loss
#ChronicIllness
#HomeCare #MightyTogether #giveaway #WidowSupport

Anytime a word they put down triggers fear or upsetting memories. So i try my best to explain why but go emotional and sometimes overboard.. Others state i keep repeating it. Or they tell me get therapy; I would but cant afford it with a lot going on in personal life...

As growing up as a kid I was told to keep my thoughts to myself and if I was bullied or teased to avoid it.. I did tell the teachers or speech therapist but i was told it was wrong of me to tatall tail? I grown to fear adults amd making friends plus open up to my family. To a point i feared interaction with my family. I put on a mask act silly or polite or try to mimic helpful behaviors or likes from family or rare friends. I would later on draw a lot of hidden fears and emotions where family saw it as a future gift.( I may skip a bit)

When I was a teen I kept drawing and tried to use my art to gain friends but some just used me for homework art projects. There teasing or bullying kept at it when growing up. More rare friends i made would give out phone numbers or birthday parties invites (which i struggled to call or remember) some friends witnessed me having narcolepsy \ anxiety in class do to stress from home or school [i struggled with school work and my late mom dislike me being lazy a lot] some of my teachers allowed me ti cheat test of some answers and gave me a jr-job as Janitor( it help keep stress down) by college i still struggled in mathematics and english to history. But loved art.

After that i found out after my mom death from cancer she cheated on my dad with his friend.. Again I wasn't allowed to over exaduwight on things - but kept it bottled up.

After i got married i shared with my husband and he shared his struggles in life with I. But overtime we're still trying to mend. But i still get triggers with my past.. and I try hard to not say anything. Yet it like a childverson of me yelling Im here I saw I heard and Please hear me? #Anxiety #PanicAttacks #TBI #Fear #Narcolepsy

Anytime a word they put down triggers fear or upsetting memories. So i try my best to explain why but go emotional and sometimes overboard.. Others state i keep repeating it. Or they tell me get therapy; I would but cant afford it with a lot going on in personal life...

As growing up as a kid I was told to keep my thoughts to myself and if I was bullied or teased to avoid it.. I did tell the teachers or speech therapist but i was told it was wrong of me to tatall tail? I grown to fear adults amd making friends plus open up to my family. To a point i feared interaction with my family. I put on a mask act silly or polite or try to mimic helpful behaviors or likes from family or rare friends. I would later on draw a lot of hidden fears and emotions where family saw it as a future gift.( I may skip a bit)

When I was a teen I kept drawing and tried to use my art to gain friends but some just used me for homework art projects. There teasing or bullying kept at it when growing up. More rare friends i made would give out phone numbers or birthday parties invites (which i struggled to call or remember) some friends witnessed me having narcolepsy \ anxiety in class do to stress from home or school [i struggled with school work and my late mom dislike me being lazy a lot] some of my teachers allowed me ti cheat test of some answers and gave me a jr-job as Janitor( it help keep stress down) by college i still struggled in mathematics and english to history. But loved art.

After that i found out after my mom death from cancer she cheated on my dad with his friend.. Again I wasn't allowed to over exaduwight on things - but kept it bottled up.

After i got married i shared with my husband and he shared his struggles in life with I. But overtime we're still trying to mend. But i still get triggers with my past.. and I try hard to not say anything. Yet it like a childverson of me yelling Im here I saw I heard and Please hear me? #Anxiety #PanicAttacks #TBI #Fear #Narcolepsy

🌿 Hi, I’m Lisa — and I’m More Than You See

People often look at someone like me and think they already know the story. But what they see is just the surface.

I’m a scientist-turned-writer living with the long-term effects of traumatic brain injury, chronic illness, and disability. I’m also likely autistic. My brain works differently now — and in some ways, I think it’s better.

I joined The Mighty because I believe in the power of shared stories. I write to process what I’ve survived, but also to make space for others who’ve been dismissed, doubted, or disbelieved.

I’m especially passionate about:
• TBI and invisible disability
• Autism and neurodivergence
• Complex trauma and chronic illness
• Advocacy rooted in lived experience

If you’ve ever felt like people underestimated you — or completely missed the depth of who you are — you’re not alone here.

I’d love to connect with others navigating similar paths.
💛 Say hi below or share one thing people often overlook about you.

You can also find more of my work here:
📎 linktr.ee/lisa.m.meints

#braininjury #neurodiversity #disabilityawareness #invisibledisabilities #morethanyousee