3 years out from a crash that almost killed me — wanted to share where I ended up
Not sure what made me want to post this today, maybe just feeling reflective. About three years ago a pickup truck ran a red light and T-boned me on the driver's side. I won't get into all the gory details but I spent weeks in the hospital, had two surgeries, and was told by more than one doctor that I should 'adjust my expectations' about ever living an active life again.
I was 31. I wasn't ready to accept that.
I cried a lot. I was angry a lot. Physical therapy felt humiliating at first because I was doing things I could've done with my eyes closed before the crash. But I kept going. Then I started working with a trainer who specialized in post-injury clients and something just clicked.
Fast forward to now — I run a local hiking group, I kayak on weekends, and last spring I completed a sprint triathlon I signed up for mostly as a dare to myself. I still have one nerve-damaged finger that doesn't fully cooperate and some mornings my hip reminds me what happened. But I'm here and I'm moving.
The legal side was its own nightmare and I'm happy to talk about that too if anyone's curious. But honestly I just wanted to come on here and say — if you're in the early ugly part of recovery right now, I see you. It doesn't feel like it yet but there's a version of your life on the other side of this that's still worth showing up for.
Anyone else far enough out that they want to talk about what the long road actually looked like? I feel like the early support kind of disappears and people assume you're 'fine' after a certain point.