Looking for Encouragement

Seriously, If anyone stop by looking for encouragement, welcome to TBI! And as you find in your everyday path, finding here is similar to flipping a coin. In the rain. In the dark.
I have stories to tell. But why? I'm not a fan of talking about it. I've learned that a large portion of that is because so much of my TBI appears hidden. In some places it is an advantage. But in groups (as in my daughter and son in law's July 2nd 4th of July - comes with an awesome fireworks display too) I would rather stay home.
Everyone accepts and likes me. But I feel like I have something to hide. Something to not talk about or admit to. Perhaps it is due to the ways that I've changed. Some see the change and some don't. The problem lies in the knowledge which I have. I don't know what's changed. Not in a firm sense. Not something we can really talk about.
I'm weak, off balance and have gained weight. My strength has diminished. And then it often seems to me that I gained some mental illness. I have meditation history and it helps us develop a ride it where it goes mentality. To a good degree that remains. The rest is a rattling bag of bones. Like I lost many years and woke up as ninety something.
Feeling Encouraged?