18 months out and I still don't know who I am anymore — anyone else feel this way?
I don't really have anyone in my life who gets it, so I'm just going to put this here and hope someone understands.
A truck ran a red light and hit my driver's side about a year and a half ago. Shattered my hip, cracked some vertebrae, spent months doing inpatient rehab. On paper I've made a "remarkable recovery" — that's literally what my physio wrote in her notes. I can drive again. I went back to my job in logistics. I even started hiking again, short trails, nothing crazy.
But here's the thing nobody tells you about: grief. Like actual grief for the person you were before.
I used to be the person who moved furniture solo, who never said no to a weekend camping trip, who felt solid in my own body. Now I plan everything around my pain levels. I turned down a promotion because I was scared the stress would make my symptoms worse. I canceled on friends so many times they mostly stopped asking.
My case is still dragging on — liability got complicated because the trucker's employer is pointing fingers at a maintenance contractor. My attorney keeps saying we're "close" but close has meant six different things over the past year.
I also moved out of the apartment I loved because I couldn't stop seeing the intersection from my kitchen window. Starting over somewhere new felt necessary but also just... hollow.
I'm not looking for pity. I just need someone to tell me this weird limbo feeling eventually lifts. Does it? Please be honest with me.