I remember falling to the ground. Crying. Screaming. Hurting. I’ve never been in this much pain before.
I remember he’s not that much older than me. I’m sitting and he’s standing.
I remember the colour of the car. It’s blue. Light blue to be exact.
I remember now in that moment, I didn’t want anyone near me. But people started to approach.
I’m so terrified that one day the roles will be reversed. That the tables will turn.
I could never put someone else through that. A car versus a human. It hurts like hell. Recovery is hard.
I can’t stop thinking how a complete stranger completely changed the course of my life.
The front of the car hit my right leg. I fell on my left elbow. I had to have x-rays done. Fortunately, I didn’t break any bones. But in the days to come, I couldn’t even use my arm to adjust the glasses on my face, much less turn a steering wheel. So I stopped driving. And for a while, I was scared to drive again.
Even before everything happened, I felt anxious about driving. The accident made me more anxious.
I needed to write this post not for anyone else but for myself. Writing has always been my way of coping.
I know I have my demons. But I also know I can defeat them.
Nearly 11 months later, I finally took my road test and passed.
I can’t believe I went from so low to so high in the span of one year. From getting hit by a car to getting my G2 license.
Well done to you. Thats a really tough thing to overcome.
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Thank you! It is. I just tried to take things day by day.
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Good idea😊
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Easier said than done though. 😛
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OMG, congratulations! That’s so wonderful! Driving gets better with time. Before you know it, it’s just like riding a bike (sounds weird, but it’s true). I’m so proud of you for overcoming this part of your life. 😀
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Thank you so much! I feel like a weight has been lifted off my chest. Haha, that’s good to know. Me too. 😛
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