My name is Janna Leyde, and my father has a traumatic brain injury. Growing up with a parent who has a brain injury is not divorce or death or abuse. It’s no one’s fault and when you try to tack blame on a place or a person, it doesn’t work. Family dynamics flip, roles change, relationships dissolve — the confusion is paralyzing. At some point you realize you have a choice: roll with it and grow up into someone you didn’t know you’d be or isolate yourself and get the heck outta Dodge as soon as you can.
I chose to roll.
Now, I’m fresh into my thirties. I’ve suffered and survived my strange loss of innocence. I’ve discovered how to find acceptance and love. I’ve learned there are no guarantees and there is always change. I’m still here, and I invite you to roll with me.
Read an excerpt from Janna’s book, He Never Liked Cake.
February 9, 2015
There I was again, gripping onto a past that had no place in the present.
January 12, 2015
BrainLine blogger Janna Leyde reminds herself that expectations can be tricky traps. "They will rule everything if you let them, but their rules can be unfair."
December 29, 2014
"Christmas makes me anxious," writes BrainLine blogger, Janna Leyde. For her family, the holidays have changed since her father's TBI. Yet, they've still found a way to focus on what's most important.