Tomorrow I drive by the accident site. Just like I do every Wednesday. This time, though, it will be different. This time, it will be a Wednesday, just like the Wednesday 2 years ago when I was hit by that semi.
It’s funny how I don’t really think about the driver that much, but in a night like tonight where I am filled with anxiety about the next day I wonder: Do they know I am alive? Do they ever think about that night? Do they ever feel guilty or worried because of what happened? I guess I’ll never know.
I am afraid…
of driving tomorrow
of getting sick again
of wrecking my car and not being alive to tell the story
if having it all happen again
of being alone
how can I not be? That nice almost killed me but instead it changed my life forever.
Please Se take this fear away. It feels like a rock in my stomach. Take it away. Let me live without the weight of fear looming around.