And the next thing my brain says to me is, Wow!

Right here, right now, I can step into the consciousness of my right hemisphere, where we are.

And with every story I remembered or don t because my brain prevents me and suppresses these memories the certainty that I was a person who neither kills nor wants to kill was gradually shrinking.

And in the course of four hours, I watched my brain completely deteriorate in its ability to process all information. On the morning of the hemorrhage, I could not walk, talk, read, write or recall any of my life.

Or, I can choose to step into the consciousness of my left hemisphere, where I become a single individual, a solid. Separate from the flow, separate from you. I am Dr. Jill Bolte Taylor intellectual, neuroanatomist. These are the we inside of me.

Light burned my brain like wildfire, and sounds were so loud and chaotic that I could not pick a voice out from the background noise, and I just wanted to escape. Because I could not identify the position of my body in space, I felt enormous and expansive, like a genie just liberated from her bottle.