3 years later I still can't stop thinking 'what if I had just stayed home that day'
This is something I've never really typed out before so bear with me.
About three years ago I got up early on a Saturday to drive out to a trade show a few hours away — something I looked forward to every year. Before I even got in the car, I felt off. Not sick, just... dread. Like a heavy weight sitting on my chest. My wife even asked if I was okay and I shrugged it off.
I went anyway.
About ninety minutes into the drive, a delivery truck in the lane next to me drifted over without signaling. I swerved to avoid it, overcorrected on a wet road, and went into a concrete median barrier. The impact was bad enough that I don't remember most of it. I woke up in a hospital two days later.
I have a spinal cord injury. Partial function on my left side, basically none on my right. I've been through more surgeries, more rehab stints, more dark nights than I can count. My life is completely different now — different house, different routines, different everything.
But the thing that gnaws at me most isn't even the physical stuff anymore. It's that I knew. Or at least some part of me knew. And I ignored it.
I keep replaying the moment I grabbed my keys. What if I'd just made coffee and watched TV? Would the truck have drifted into someone else, or no one at all? I know that kind of thinking doesn't help but I can't make it stop.
Has anyone else dealt with this kind of guilt — blaming yourself for the choice to even be on the road that day? How do you work through it?