A year ago today I ran my car into a telephone pole. I mean, really smashed it. There wasn’t much left of the hood and I cracked the front axle. The airbags went off and the windshield shattered.
I don’t remember much of it. I think that’s what haunts me the most. I ran into the telephone pole because I was having a seizure while driving. My medication was way out of whack, and I just lost it, apparently. This struck me especially because of Persephone’s death. The few times we had ever interacted were in threads about epilepsy, but even with that I could she was a wonderful person.
I’m not sure where I’m going with this, just sort of rambling I suppose, my brain is a rambling kind of mood.
-Lil
After a year’s worth of thinking about your accident, you’re entitled to ramble.
I’m glad you survived, and I hope your outlook gets a little more positive as each day passes.
As weird as it sounds, sometimes it’s good not to be able to recall things - part of a self defense and healing mechanism that humans have?
I’m glad you made it. 