Nobody around me actually knows how bad I'm doing after the crash and I'm so tired
I'm not really sure why I'm posting this. Maybe just to say it somewhere without having to immediately reassure whoever's reading it that I'm fine. Because that's all I've been doing for weeks — making sure everyone else feels okay about what happened to me.
The accident was about six weeks ago. Broad daylight, I was heading to an early shift, completely ordinary Tuesday. A driver ran a red light at a major intersection and T-boned me hard enough that my car ended up against a curb on the opposite side of the road. I don't remember the impact itself — just the before, and then paramedics. That gap still messes with me more than I expected.
Physically I'm "recovering" — that's the word everyone uses, like it's a tidy little process with a finish line. I have a neck injury, some rib damage, and I'm still getting headaches almost every day. But honestly the physical stuff feels easier to explain than the rest of it.
I feel like I'm just... not fully back in my own life yet. I go through the motions. I smile when my family calls to check in because I can tell they need me to be okay. My friends have been great but I can see them getting back to normal and I'm still just sort of hovering outside of everything.
I haven't told my doctor how much I'm actually struggling mentally. I don't know why — maybe I'm worried it'll make it more real, or I'll seem dramatic. Has anyone else felt this weird pressure to perform okayness after something like this? How did you handle it?
