My name is Laura Herre. I’m 30 years old and I live in Conover Wisconsin. I was in a near fatal motorcycle accident back in July 2012 due to a car turning in front of us. My physical healing has been a slow process, I still have fractures in both shoulders, my mobility is limited, I have a torn rotator cuff and tears in my hip muscles, brain injury and nerve trauma.
After 3 months of being depressed I found art therapy with a local counselor in Eagle River and it has been so helpful with the emotional healing. I also have been blessed with having a wonderful physical therapist who has used yoga in modified poses that allow me to work on stretching and strengthening without over using my arms and it has been very helpful. I’m also involved with a yoga life coach who has volunteered her services to me to help the spiritual and emotional journey of basically reinventing myself. Instead of focusing on what I can’t do anymore since the accident, I’m focusing on what I can do and finding new hobbies and experiences I never would have found. My art pieces will be a part of artists for trauma (you can google it, amazing story) and I pen pal to other brain injury survivors thru the brain injury resource center of Wisconsin.
It took me 3 months to stop feeling sorry for myself and really create the person I want to be, and even tho the slow healing, set backs and high chance of surgery in 2 months are challenging, I try to be positive. I very by accident came across your website and thought to myself…nope no tree story here, then I got thinking….
A month after the accident, I was able to move around slowly and starting taking painstakingly slow walks with my husband. I used to walk a few miles a day so I really missed it and had to start over with baby steps. You don’t realize how much you rush and how much you miss by rushing until you are forced to slow down. All of a sudden I noticed pine cones. I starting to collect them and stick them in my pockets or my husbands pockets. Then I started to bring a bag and I have bags and boxes of pinecones. I even bought a few huge ones from california at a thrift store. I started to make art with them, decorations around my house, pine cones in bowls and baskets and in fake trees in my house. I started to notice how many different kinds there were and how they looked differently at different stages of growth. I loved the look of them fused onto branches before being fully grown and ready to fall. I found ones with red in them, My mom started sending my bags of them from North Carolina. I became a pine cone nut and it’s really been a part of my healing. So there’s my tree story and I didn’t even think I had one.
Submitted by Laura Herre