Finally, I get a diagnosis. The doctors tell me I have what they’re calling ‘a mild traumatic brain injury’. And there’s not much that they can do about it. They encourage me to just accept my situation. Then, some friends invite me on a bushwalk. [audio src="https://media.acast.com/brain-on-nature/ifsymptomspersist-accept/media.mp3"][/audio]
The injury makes me reflect on what the load on my brain was like before the accident. I’m a journalist, my head’s full of work. I manage our household, wrangle our kids. My partner’s frantic running his arts organisation. I still keep a busy social life. I love late nights out in hectic loud bars drinking with friends. But after the accident I can’t do any of this! [audio src="https://media.acast.com/brain-on-nature/thewaitingroom/media.mp3"][/audio]
I wake up on the road in intense pain. I don’t know what’s happened. Who are these people? Where am I? Why is my right shoulder killing me? But it’s only when I get home from the hospital that the extent of my injuries start to emerge. I can’t read, I can listen to music, I can’t be around my family. What is happening? [audio src="https://media.acast.com/brain-on-nature/theaccident/media.mp3"][/audio]
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I prescribed myself a mental health hike today. It was spontaneous. I woke up at 5am, lay there for a while thinking about what I actually needed to do today and what could wait. I decided my mental health would benefit from a strenuous, solo bush walk.
This narrative podcast series recreates the intensities of my experience, using rich sound design. Loud cafes, bars, social gatherings, my kids – all were unbearable. But the sounds of nature had the opposite effect.
Coming soon: A narrative documentary series about how going out into the natural world changed my brain. Music is Trail Runner by Blue Dot Sessions (www.sessions.blue) [audio src="https://brainonnature.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/3d3295-trailer_mix_draft_2.mp3"]
I spent many hours sitting in my backyard staring at trees after I suffered a mild traumatic brain injury. This large green backyard was essential to my recovery.
I wonder if there’s some kind of hormone that nature triggers, which makes me forget. I know there were plenty of moments on this camping trip when I thought, ‘this isn’t actually fun, or relaxing’, and ‘OK, I’m not doing this again unless it’s summer’.