A WOMAN who was nearly killed in an horrific car crash eight years ago has used poetry to help her recover.
Christina Corp was in a coma for almost three months after the car she was a passenger in collided with a coach full of schoolchildren in April 2004.
During her long road to recovery, the 25-year-old has looked at ways of helping others in a similar situation, and she is hoping her poems will also give people an insight into her life since the crash – and inspire people too.
Christina has no memory of her life before the accident, but she knows that she got an A* for her English literature and language GCSEs.
And that love of language still shows in the poems she writes at the computer in her home in Glyn Way, Stubbington.
She said: ‘I’ve completely forgotten 17 years. I know I had these abilities, but I don’t remember how I got them and that’s the hardest thing. I can remember facts and figures, but not the experiences.
‘It’s weird seeing pictures and videos of myself because I don’t remember doing those things.
‘But you have to find the best way of looking at everything and doing something like writing the poems, it helps me to touch on my old abilities and realise they are still there.
‘I’m the girl they said would never walk, would never talk, and would just be a vegetable.
‘I got so much “you can’t”, “you won’t” and “you will never”, but I can, I will and I have.’
And to prove it, she has been a patient mentor for the head injury charity Headway and received awards for her voluntary work.
‘I want to give hope to other patients who are in a similar situation to the one I was in,’ she said.
‘I want to show families that you can get through, and do things with your life.’
Before the accident Christina was a keen musician and singer, and although she can no longer play her flute, she still takes singing lessons.
She said: ‘I’ve made songs of two of my poems as well and I’m hopefully going to be publishing them on a website.
‘I can’t sing as well as I used to – I used to be in Hampshire choirs – but I’m not the worst singer in the world.’
For more information about Headway go toheadway.org.uk
CHRISTINA’S POEM CALLED ‘HIDDEN’
Have I lost something?
Keys, ID, purse?
Nope, just simply feel like I’ve lost my worth.
How do I feel in society now?
Like a penny splattered on the floor.
An open wide room, is now just a closed door.
A visual disability, wheelchair, plasters or scars,
Can always be very clear,
But brain injuries are invisible,
Causing me stresses and fear.
Other people, they don’t know, but they also can’t know,
No-one can get inside my head,
I want to be included in society,
Not leave my house with anxiety and dread.
What will others think of me, when I walk through the door?
Will they be asking each other, why can’t she do more?
I suffer with bad memory, anxiety and stress, but I just can’t wear the ‘disabled dress’.
No-one can tell my problems, just from one look,
They make me feel like I’m a character from a comedy book.
My condition is one that I like to keep hidden,
Almost glad no-one can easily tell.
But I sometimes do madly wish I could be wrapped in that ‘disabled shell’.
I find myself being envious of people whose disabilities are clear,
But then I take time to get in the right gear.
I’m alive and well, can walk and can talk just like others,
But my disability is hidden under brain injury covers.