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.