A time memory holds eternally

I would like others to know that the day of a traumatic, close to death experience is not something that can be wiped off of a person’s memory bank - ever! Does a person ever forget their birthday? …At this very time 18 years ago, I was captivated in a comatose state. My injury happened on my mom’s birthday and every year she reminds me of how she’s happy I’m still here.
For me, this time brings me back to my very core, the life force that keeps us alive. Year by year, my memories get to be a bit less morose. This significant anniversary time that causes me to reassess and organize my priorities.
My “trauma” has been such a transition for me, that it’s still putting meaning in my life. Everyone has wishes and hopes for me, but what do I want? What’s going to make me happy? What’s going to keep me feeling I’m fulfilling a mission of purpose? What’s basically going to get me beyond the drudgeries and boring times in life? What’s going to keep me bouncing along with a smile? Aren’t these important considerations for all of us (even those of us who are just surviving everyday life with no traumatic memories)?
