when i was little, i got hit in the head with a car door. i had a major concussion and twelve stitches. i got hit on my left brow, leaving a sizable bruise on my frontal cortex.
i can’t spell to save my life. i forget the word i am trying to speak often. my grammar is subpar at best. it’s hard for me to learn new vocabulary. i can’t explain pictures i see in my head aloud; i have to write them down.
i am a creative person. i hear things in music that most people don’t. i understand shapes on a hugely advanced level. i have memories that i can’t explain. i remember every single dream i have ever had. i can feel other people’s emotions simply by seeing their facial expression. i am always comfortable in a new environment and barely ever get lost.
i am a right-brain person. i am a creative person and individual thinker because of a huge bruise in my brain. this picture, which i also saw in my psych book, reminds me of that.
now i have to continue my outline dammit.