I was told I'd never walk again after my wreck. I proved them wrong. Still processing all of it.
This is my first time writing any of this out publicly so bear with me.
I was 20 when a driver ran a red light and hit my side of the car at full speed. The first responders had to cut me out. I coded twice — once on the way to the hospital and once during surgery. They kept me under for a couple of months while my body tried to stabilize.
By the time I woke up I had a reconstructed shoulder, a replaced hip, rods in both legs, and plates holding part of my jaw together. The surgical team was genuinely kind but they were also very clear with my family: they did not expect me to walk unassisted again. Ever.
That was almost four years ago. I walk now. Not fast, not without pain, but I walk.
The hard part nobody warns you about is that surviving this kind of thing doesn't mean you're okay. I'm on long-term pain management and my doctors have basically told me that's probably permanent. Some days that feels like a life sentence. I grieve the version of myself that existed before that intersection.
I also spent a long time not understanding my rights or what I was even entitled to after something this catastrophic. The insurance process felt like a second trauma honestly.
I'm not really asking for anything specific right now. I just wanted to put this somewhere and maybe hear from people who understand what it's like to rebuild from almost nothing. Does the grief ever get quieter?