February 15th, 2020, I suffered a 'minor' TBI in the form of a bleed stroke. Minor they said, but my world has been turned upside down as 4.5 years later, I'm still dealing with the fallout, and will for the rest of my life. Like you, I'm not driving, but I think that's more from fear than not being able for it. All of my friends are online (and I still haven't told most people I know what happened), so it's just the hubs and the dog and me. Living with a TBI is, at times, a lonely lot in life. And getting treatment the first two years of the pandemic was horrific. But for all of my complaints, I'm absolutely mobile and outwardly the same today as I was on the 14th of February 2020. It's the inside parts no one but me knows about is my everyday reality. But I'm always counting my blessings!

Thanks for your post.