I enjoy bringing together music, writings and research about topics that I find interesting. I like to share images of my artwork and write about what inspires me. Telling stories about Coco, my Akita Service Dog is one of my favorite things to do. And now and then, I write about what it is like to go through life with a Traumatic Brain Injury and PTSD. These are the breadcrumbs that lead me back to a frame of mind or concept that would otherwise be forgotten.
Wednesday, May 8, 2013
A Leg Up
A Leg Up ~ by Jenn Weinshenker
I remember a time
when I used to feel so worthless
so judged because I couldn't make it
I desperately needed a hand up,
I wasn't looking for a hand out
just a leg up
And I remember when...
I felt like I was drowning.
In over my head.
I couldn't see where I was going.
I was trying so hard and getting nowhere.
I couldn't sink
I couldn't swim
I couldn't articulate
anything
As an artist,
as a woman,
as a woman with a fk'n brain injury who couldn't hold onto a complete thought...
and I remember working my heart out,
until it was so physically and mentally painful I thought...
how can I keep going?
And I thought
I have to live well
to show my children
that some times life is hard
it is really really hard
and you can choose to be a victim
or you can choose to become empowered
and to grab a hold of this life
with all of its mysteries
and beauty
and devastation
And the next day.... do it all over again.
And I hoped that reason
and my hard work
and determination
and passion
would translate some kind of truth on the canvas,
and on the written page.
Please......
my heart was begging,
I don't want a hand out,
just a leg up...
After nine years I could read a real book.
I went back to college because I was told
that unless I had an art degree
my work would never be taken seriously
So I dug in
and I worked hard
so hard some times my head sunk into my hands
and I would hide my tears
because I just couldn't figure
it
out
And I would ask a tutor to show me
and he would later tell me
he always knew I was in trouble
when I put my head in my hands
and he respected me
because I never tried to get anybody
to do my work for me
and he was so kind and patient
and he taught me
and I learned how to build my own website
and I learned how to take good pictures of my artwork
and format them so I could make posters and things
using my images on them
and I learned how to write again
though this time it was a little
different
And I got my degree
And I was on the Dean's List when I graduated
And I say that with pride
because I didn't just get a piece of paper
and skim through
I worked my ass off
I found a way to do the damn thing and I did it
And I finished
Down the Road
and I finished The Journey Series
and Unchartered Waters
and now The Root
And I am still working my heart out
and
every now and then I come to the surface
and
I can see the sun
and
feel the love from my family keeping me going
and
I know....
some how through all of this shit and heart ache,
that love and truth and living purposefully has been worth it.
So yeah, some times life don't come easy
and you can be a passenger
and someone can come crashing into your life
and turn it upside down
and you wake up and you know you will
never be the same
and some times it feels like getting there
is
impossible
and it might be
unless
your perspective changes
and you realize
the beauty of the journey
is not about the
ETA
its about the view
outside your window
and how it makes you feel
right then
right now.
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