Introduction
As I write today. I am a simple human. A man who enjoys nature, music, and food, amongst other things. A man who loves to write. First and foremost, a man who prioritises kindness.
Today, my mission in life is to be the best I can. That goal allows for flexibility. It might mean that one day, I try to help others, and the next, being my best means taking enough time to rest and look after myself. I like the flexibility of that goal, because, especially as a disabled person, it allows me to grow.
Ah. Disabled. That's something I didn't mention. Yes, reader, I am disabled. Brain-injured, to be exact. I cannot access the right hemisphere of my brain, meaning I quite literally function on half a brain.
Perhaps you are thinking that it isn't possible. You wouldn't be the first. Even nurses have been astonished by my mere existence! I'm quite a rarity! But reader, I promise you, every word is true. Not that it has come without challenges, I will admit.
Reader, I want to take you on a journey. A journey of distrust, disaster and determination. My journey. Come with me, if you will, on a journey of pain, desire, betrayal, and joy. Emotions, reader, are what make us human, and I hope that in understanding mine, you may find yourself better acquainted with your own.
This introduction is really my very brief way of welcoming you to a book of tales of my life. I am not the greatest enjoyer of pure autobiographical works, however, so please do expect a deeper level of discussion than you maybe used to in this style of non-fiction.
It is at this point, before I begin my story, that I must acknowledge a difficult truth. There are some of you who will truly believe that my trauma is the reason for my identity. I must inform you that you are mistaken, and that I can indeed cite studies which support my identity. By sharing my vulnerability with you, I do not open myself to the concept of unfounded hatred. It is my only goal inwriting this, that you may find comfort in knowing the lessons I have learned.
