Firsthand accounts from individuals who have experienced PBA.

A note with reminders stuck on a refrigerator door.

We really do need each other.

People say that New York City is the city that never sleeps, and I couldn’t agree more. In some ways, I feel like it is a good illustration of my brain injury, and even of the hope that exists in the silence between the moments of noise. It only seems right then, that my head...
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A photo of Ned Vickers running in a marathon

I’m not one to give up.

Having significant PsuedoBulbar Affect (PBA) for many years after sustaining multiple traumatic brain injuries (TBIs), my PBA went undiagnosed until my post-intensive cognitive outpatient therapy at Mount Sinai (a TBI Model System) when I began volunteering on the inpatient TBI/Stroke floors. It was not until I met other patients with a similar condition (i.e., PBA)...
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It’s hard work, this new life.

I am a sixty-seven-year-old woman, a mother to three grown children. I have been married for 42 years and most of that time, I worked as a registered nurse in either the emergency department or taught nursing. Thirty-four years to be exact. I had worked for 34 years in the health industry. My career ended...
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A portrait of Sara Evelyne

Sending each of you all the love in the world.

Becoming a traumatic brain injury survivor meant embracing the possibilities that existed within myself and being open to the opportunities on the uncertain forward journey. The word “becoming” is indicative of the idea that choosing to see myself as a survivor is not only one of the most vulnerable things I have done, but it,...
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