I have no motivation at all. It is all I can do to get out of bed and take care of my dogs. I have a tv and my laptop in my bedroom, and I eventually wonder down and get a peanut butter sadwich or something every day.
I dont like to go out. In the summer, I do like to be in the yard and will do things and then play with my dogs and sit outside as well. But I still prefer to stay home. Im getting worse and not better.
My tbi was mild, but one of several. I was out only a few minutes, checked out at the hospital and sent home, later to discover a broken rib and collapsed lung. I had no rehab or any treatment. Since I am divorced and have no family, I was left to manage work, house and two teen daughters and get them off to college. Eventually I became so depressed that I broke.
So while they say it is mild and know I should be grateful, Im afraid to do anything. I have gone for therapy and been told that I have ptsd but its from childhood. This has made me think of all the childhood things that most would not find traumatic but some definate unpleasantness, yet things I was fine with pre tbi. Frankly, I think dwelling on the past has created depression that I cant recover from.
I also have a lot of physical pain that has not healed and have given up. I cant see things ever getting better and I hate myself for not being stronger and more like those of you on here that have it worse and work hard everyday to overcome. I feel very ashamed of this too