Twenty-seven seconds left in the round, the commotion of the thrilled judo fans and enthusiasts merging into a haze of moving figures, my body fatigue and only thriving off the rush of adrenaline. I go in for the attack at once and in the next second following, all I hear is white noise, all I see is the bleeding of dark spots and the dimming of light; it’s like the world shut off for a few seconds. Then, it was like the world shut off for many, many months after that. The moment my head hit that mat, the result of a serious concussion following with chronic migraines and the effects within, have been a huge part of my life, and vital to my developing identity. When the bright light hit me after those few seconds of dark, I soon realized
