It's like the gift that keeps on giving... this TBI thing. Wow! Loosing my mind Loosing my body Loosing my everything Tomorrow better damned well be a better day! Where do the predators come from that enjoy the mental torture they inflict? What happened in their life to make them enjoy it so? I'm torn, you all have taught me to openly share my weakness and be accepting of those that offer help... given me the tools with which to explain my issues and how to work with me in a positive manner yet some, some see the weakness and the scheming begins. It matters not the effect it will have on others lives, only that they gain enjoyment from the little games I can protect myself from these people, I can hide the limitations pretty well. At least in short bursts. But it takes its toll on me in other ways. At least I am in control of the pain, the frustration, the darkness. I'm such an easy target when I've shared the secrets of what not to do... it's not even sporting. How do they gain enjoyment from this? The world will get even with them eventually but that doesn't make it better now, for me. Some days, I don't want to continue. The predators, they can smell it... they circle, more like scavengers. Hyenas I guess. I can't let them win, can't let them have control... seems there are 2 options - a highly aggressive offense or take the satisfaction of defeat out of their grasp. I don't know if I have the energy for the offense but I need to find it. Maybe I'll find my brain too along the way.