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Understanding TBI: The Importance of Holistic Rehabilitation

A neuroscience student preparing for a case competition needed to design a long-term TBI rehabilitation plan — one that addressed not just cognition, but the emotional, behavioral, and quality-of-life consequences that can last for years. She turned to Reddit, where people with TBIs shared their experiences. This is mine.

In 2007, I sustained a moderate traumatic brain injury. For the first few months I used a walker. Eventually I moved to a cane because my balance simply wasn’t there.

I was referred to a speech pathologist right away, and that helped. She understood the terrain of post-TBI life. She explained what to expect, helped me reorganize priorities, and connected me with peers. That early support mattered.

But if you ask what I wish providers understood better about long-term life after TBI, the answer isn’t about the first year.

It’s about the decades.

No one told me that anxiety could deepen over time.

As I aged, I noticed a heightened baseline of anxiety — not psychological fragility, but neurological sensitivity. I did not know that this could be part of the long arc of brain injury. I interpreted it as personal failure, or stress, or temperament. Had I understood the possibility earlier, I might have adjusted expectations of myself instead of pushing through with the same internal standards I held pre-injury.

No one spoke to me about glial cell activation or chronic neuroinflammation.

There was no discussion about long-term inflammatory processes and how they might influence cognition or mood. No one suggested that diet could play a role in neurological stewardship — specifically, that an anti-inflammatory whole-foods, plant-based approach might support brain health. No one suggested routine annual monitoring of omega-3 levels — despite the fact that deficiency can produce brain fog, intensified anxiety, mood instability, and cognitive fatigue. In a post-TBI brain, those symptoms are indistinguishable from the injury itself. Without testing, you cannot know what you are fighting.

No one ever connected my lipid levels to my brain health.

The logic is not complicated: compromised arteries mean compromised blood flow, and the brain depends on continuous blood flow for oxygen and glucose — the fuel that powers cognition, supports repair, and sustains neural function over a lifetime. Yet not a single neurologist has ever asked for my lipid numbers. Not a single physician who ordered lipid testing has ever mentioned cognitive health as a reason to pay attention to the results. The specialists were each doing their job. No one was doing the whole job.

No one encouraged cognitive cross-training.

I was not encouraged to write, give talks, learn to dance, or prioritize cardiovascular exercise

Over time, I made several changes. I adopted a whole-food, plant-based diet — no oils — for its anti-inflammatory properties and long-term brain health benefits. I began supplementing omega-3s, guided by Function Health bloodwork that measured all omega-3 subtypes. I write. I give talks. I do loads of cardio dance — because learning choreography challenges the brain, and because it’s expressive and fun. These were my own choices, informed by my own research.

What did help: the neuropsychological evaluation.

I want to note one exception to this pattern of silence. My third — and final — neuropsychological exam was genuinely useful. The neuropsychologist took the time to explain what each test was measuring, what I was still struggling with, and how I had improved. She made nutritional suggestions — the first provider to connect what I ate to how my brain functioned. That kind of explicit, transparent feedback was rare and valuable. I would encourage patients to pursue these evaluations every five to ten years, if insurance covers it. The out-of-pocket cost can approach $1,000 for a full exam — not trivial, but worth investigating.

The acute phase of care was competent.

The long-term map was missing.

Providers often treat TBI as an event with an endpoint — something you recover from and move on. What I wish they understood is that TBI is a lifelong neurological condition that interacts with aging. The brain you live with at 30 is not the same brain you live with at 60.

Patients deserve to know that.

They deserve anticipatory guidance about anxiety changes. They deserve education about inflammation and vascular health. They deserve lifestyle frameworks that extend decades beyond discharge. They deserve to be told that maintaining cognitive health will require intentional, ongoing engagement.

Recovery didn’t end when I put down the cane.

It became a long practice of learning what supports this brain now.

That is the conversation I wish had begun much earlier.

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My Suburban Yard Had Plans for Me

I didn’t plant the violets. I never had to — they’ve always grown here, scattered generously across my half-acre in Minnesota. But I only started noticing them differently long after my brain injury — after I had already become a vegetable gardener, after I’d learned to grow my own food and even started foraging. The real turning point came when I discovered how much more wild foods had to offer me. I was reading about plant compounds that support immunity and skin healing, and there they were: violets. Already present. Already offering.

It wasn’t the first time this happened. Over and over, plants I hadn’t planted began appearing right when I needed them. The more I noticed, the more I wondered: is this coincidence… or communication?


Healing Isn’t Always Linear (Or Visible)

More than a decade ago, I sustained a moderate traumatic brain injury during a horse-jumping lesson. There was internal bleeding in the brain, and I spent time in the hospital. I don’t remember everything, but I do remember needing a walker for a while because my balance was off. I remember not being able to tell which keys on my own keychain unlocked what. I was advised — unofficially — not to see clients for thirty days. My speech was too slow, but no one told me directly. That was the beginning of the long, invisible part of recovery.

What’s lingered isn’t just memory lapses or fatigue. It’s a deepened sensitivity — to food, to chemicals, to people’s energy. Anxiety and obsessive thoughts (Pure O) crept in where clarity used to live. Years later, after a stage 2 melanoma diagnosis in 2012, I doubled down on healing. I started eating more vegetables than I ever imagined possible, started foraging, growing, and blending every bit of nourishment I could coax from the earth. That was the turning point. And that’s when I began noticing what had been quietly growing around me all along.


The Plants Were Already Offering

At first, I thought I was doing all the work — researching, testing foods, logging symptoms, eliminating triggers. But something shifted when I stopped looking only at what I was putting on my plate and started paying attention to what was growing just outside my door.

The violets had always been there, but now I saw them. Chickweed appeared in soft green carpets. Dandelion pushed up through the pathways. Virginia waterleaf caught my attention with its speckled leaves, just as I was learning how deeply nourishing it could be.

They weren’t just plants anymore. They were patterns. They showed up right when I needed what they offered — cooling, cleansing, nourishing, supporting. They weren’t the foods I thought I needed. They were the ones I actually needed.


What Science Now Confirms

For a long time, I thought this was just personal — maybe even poetic. That the plants growing around me seemed to match my healing needs. But then I started reading the science, and the pieces fell into place.

Healthy soil isn’t just dirt. It’s alive — teeming with bacteria, fungi, and microbial communities that shape the health of the plants growing in it. When those plants are picked and eaten soon after harvest — especially raw or lightly rinsed — they carry that microbial life into our gut. And what’s in the gut, we now know, speaks directly to the brain.

Research has shown that exposure to certain soil microbes (like Mycobacterium vaccae) can reduce anxiety-like behaviors and even increase serotonin production. Other studies link the richness of the soil microbiome to the richness of the gut microbiome — and in turn, to better mood regulation, immune function, and nervous system resilience.

What I’d stumbled into intuitively — eating what grew near me, simplifying my diet, trusting the weeds — is something science is only just beginning to understand: that the land and our bodies are in conversation. That healing might not come from far away, but from just beneath our feet.


Relational Eating and Green Messengers

These days, I don’t think of food as just fuel, or weeds as things to fight back. I think of them as signals. As responses. The violets, the chickweed, the dandelion — they were already growing while I was still trying to figure out what was wrong with me. They weren’t waiting for a diagnosis. They were already offering support.

My diet isn’t restrictive anymore — it’s relational. I eat what calms my nervous system, not what excites my cravings. I notice what helps me sleep, what keeps my thoughts from spinning, what makes me feel steady in my skin. And often, those things grow just outside the door.

I don’t romanticize the hard parts. The brain injury, the melanoma, the anxiety that still flickers at times — they’ve been real and sometimes brutal teachers. But in their aftermath, I’ve become someone who listens more closely. Not just to symptoms, but to signals. And the land — full of green messengers — has been one of the clearest.


What’s Growing Around You?

It’s been nearly 17 years since the brain injury and over a decade since the melanoma diagnosis — long enough to forget some of the hardest parts, but not the way they reshaped me. I didn’t expect healing to come through food. I certainly didn’t expect it to come through the weeds. But looking back, I can see a quiet intelligence in what showed up uninvited. The more I paid attention, the more it felt like the land was listening, too.

Maybe healing doesn’t always start with effort. Maybe it starts with noticing what’s already growing — and asking why it’s here.


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