It’s been exactly one year since I got hit by a car.
On this day in 2018, I had class in the afternoon. I should’ve been home in the early evening. I didn’t get back until it was dark outside. Thankfully on February 6, 2019, I got home safe and sound.
I still think about all the things that happened. How the car slammed into my right leg, how I fell to the ground on my left elbow. Hearing the sirens grow louder. Riding to the hospital in the back of an ambulance. Waiting and more waiting. Having X-rays done. The paperwork and pain that followed. Every phone call to the police and insurance companies afterwards.
I doubt I’ll forget anytime soon. But I’ve come a long way. And despite all the setbacks, I’m so proud of myself.
I survived. I was able to walk away. I can walk and run and dance today. I hope I never take these blessings for granted.
I had some help along the way. I know no one else can possibly understand how I felt, not without experiencing everything I did. But I want to thank someone special. A small act of kindness made a big difference in my life.
Thank you for giving me hope when I needed it the most. Thank you for helping me more than you’ll ever know. Thank you for making me smile and laugh again. Thank you for pulling me out of hell. Thank you for the memories I’ll cherish forever. Thank you for everything.
This post has been incredibly difficult to write. I keep editing my thoughts before I even type them out.
More than anything, I hope one day I can tell the story I need to tell, and do it justice. After all, this isn’t someone else’s story. It’s my own.
I’m sore. I’m tired. Everything hurts. But I’m alive.
I have a story to tell, many in fact. I’ll be talking about this incident for a long time.
To be honest, I need some time to work through things. I can’t ask you to stick around, but I’d appreciate it if you do.
So much of my life has changed, yet I want the core of who I am to stay the same.
I suspect I’ll be a broken record on repeat for a long time. Then again, I was a broken record before. I’m even more broken after.
Before and after. That’s how I think about my life now. Before the accident. After the accident.
I’m trying to take life one day at a time. I can’t bring myself to think too far ahead. I have a long road ahead of me. Hopefully.
The physical pain will heal faster than the mental and emotional. I’m not sure all the pain will ever truly go away. Still, it’ll fade with time.
I like to think I can get back on track again soon. If I miss a day of blogging, bear with me. If my posts become boring, read something else. Life’s too short.
Personally, I write to make sense of what I’m thinking or how I’m feeling. So I hope to look back one day and know I made it out okay.
As always, I can’t thank you all enough.
I had the right of way while walking across the street. A car hit me on my right side, and I fell down on my left.
After spending about half an hour on the ground and about 30 minutes in an ambulance, I spent another 4 hours at the hospital.
Waiting so long gave me a lot of time to think. I even wondered whether I’d tell anyone about what happened.
I know I’ll remember this day for the rest of my life.
Everyone told me I’m okay. But I don’t feel okay. I don’t feel fine on the inside. My body hurts so much.
Still, I realize I’m lucky to be alive. I’m lucky to walk out of this with my life.
Wrong place, wrong time. Accidents happen.
I don’t want to be angry or bitter. I don’t want to cry any more than I already have. I do want to move on.
That being said, I feel scared. I’m terrified I won’t be the same. I have no idea how much this incident will affect me from now until the day I die.
I wish I could brush it all under the rug. Too bad I can’t.
February 6th, 2018 was the worst day of my life.