I survived something that should have killed me and I still don't know how to feel about it
I'm not really sure why I'm posting here. I don't do forums. But I needed somewhere that wasn't just me staring at my ceiling at 2am.
About fourteen months ago I was hit by a semi that ran a red light. I was airlifted. I had a collapsed lung, a shattered shoulder blade, broken ribs on both sides, a fractured vertebra, and bleeding in my brain. The doctors told my family to prepare themselves. I was on a ventilator for almost two weeks.
I woke up not knowing what year it was. I couldn't recognize my sister's voice. I had to relearn how to swallow food. The rehab facility kept gently telling my mom to 'adjust expectations.'
But here I am. Typing this out. Most of me works again. Not all of me — my left arm still doesn't feel right and some days my words come out scrambled — but most.
The thing is, for the first year I was so focused on surviving — PT, appointments, fighting with insurance — that I never actually stopped to think about what happened to me. Now it's hitting me all at once and I feel kind of unhinged about it? Like my body went through something enormous and my brain is only just now catching up.
I'm not really looking for advice. I think I just want someone to say they get it. Or ask me something. Or tell me their thing. I don't know. I just needed to say it somewhere outside my own head.