My passenger didn't make it. I walked out with bruises. I don't know how to feel.
I've been sitting on this for a few weeks now and I finally need to put it somewhere because I can't keep going in circles in my head.
We were driving back from a late concert — my coworker was behind the wheel, I was shotgun. Some guy blew through a red light at an intersection doing what witnesses said was probably double the speed limit. Hit us on the driver's side. Full impact.
I remember the sound. Then nothing. Then I was standing on the curb — I genuinely have no memory of getting out of the car — and there were already sirens. Someone had a hand on my shoulder telling me to sit down. I kept saying I was fine. I wasn't fine, I had a gash on my forearm and two cracked ribs, but compared to what happened to my coworker… I felt nothing.
She passed away at the hospital that night. I didn't find out until the next morning.
I've been out of work. I went to a few therapy sessions but I keep feeling like I'm "wasting" the therapist's time because physically I'm mostly healed now. Like I don't deserve to still be struggling when she's just gone.
Has anyone else been in something like this? Where you're technically the "lucky" one and somehow that makes everything harder? I don't even know what I'm asking. I just needed to say it out loud somewhere.
Also — there are insurance and possibly legal things happening in the background that I'm not even emotionally ready to deal with yet. If anyone has been through that process after losing someone in the same crash, I'd really appreciate knowing what that looked like.