And, while time ticks away, I managed to pull things together enough to make this happen last Saturday:
Yes, yes, heavily censored.
Even though I’ve been a mechanic for a specific kind of aircraft for the last year and a half, I’m stoked that I can now call myself an aircraft mechanic for pretty much any certificated aircraft.
…so I got that goin’ for me. Which is nice.
While exercising my brain during a lull in the music of Flannel-Fest, I happened across an older, black and white photo of someone thumbing through an old-school card catalog.
Oddly, the photo hit home for me, but I couldn’t say exactly why.
I thought it was interesting and showed it to my wife. I thought it would invoke some memories for her as well.
She nodded knowingly and said, “sometimes, when I describe your brain injury to people, I’d say that it was a bit like somebody had dumped out a couple of the drawers from your card catalog… then hastily threw the jumbled cards back into the drawers.”
And, while I’ve tried to overcome the PTSD and anxiety and neurological and associated psychological limitations, her description hit me… hard.
And on regrowth, this illustrates quite accurately what may be necessary to rebuild one’s self, because sometimes you have to break completely in order to rebuild yourself:
Also, consider this:
Seriously, that was just an excuse to pub “Brain” in the title.
Why?
Because I want to share with the world that, as a Brain Injury Survivor, I know.
I know pain.
I know tears.
I know fear.
I know loneliness.
I know confusion.
I know frustration.
I know loss of friends.
I know financial insecurity.
I know loss of self.
You don’t have to feel hopeful about the future, it’s enough to just be curious about what is coming.
Unknown
the rest of me 