Away from Headway “out on the streets” I can’t help but feel different. I carry no physical signs of my accident, but I can’t shake the muddled different person that now lives in my head. Silly as it is, I know, but this causes me a great problem.
At Headway though, this problem no longer matters and as soon as I walk in the gates, the muddled, stumbling, stuttering fool turns into a well together easy going chap, who no longer feels a million miles removed.
For giving me back my self and my sanity twice a week, I love Headway and all the people in it; helpers and patients in a way that I’ve never felt before. I guess that coming to Headway is having friends – REAL FRIENDS.
Written by one of our service users
