Hello, My Name is CRASH.

Mar 3, 2017
2 min read

Yo, real talk friends.

Motor vehicle accidents are actually no joke*.

*...I'm confident that none of you brilliant, sound-minded individuals were ever ACTUALLY under the impression that they were a joke, but for the sake of dramatic effect, just go with it....

Today marks T W O M O N T H S since I was in that nasty little crash up there with my sweet little hatchback, "Parker" (rest in pieces, old friend...😭). Two months, 2 trips to the ER, 34 days off work, 9 fist-size-or-larger bruises that have finally faded, 4 different medications for pain, for swelling, for sleeping, for everything else in between...and at least a dozen breathless, panicked middle of the night wake-ups due to nightmares of accidents that did not end as optimistically as mine did...

It's been brutal. It's been super painful. It's been BEYOND boring, but I didn't die, so...I've decided to consider this life 'detour' as a win. I mean, I was literally hit by a truck and walked away...take that, you beautiful haters - I'm indestructible.

Over the excruciatingly long last 8 weeks of recovery, I've had a LOT of time to think - about how short life is, about the importance of recognizing who exactly you have in your corner, about just why exactly it was that I made it out of this accident (relatively) unscathed...essentially, this "time-out" gave me a chance to think, plan, and really recognize that I'm SO NOT DONE with life yet!

And with this novel, revolutionary realization, I've decided to start living like I'm not done, because let's be honest - I'm just getting started. At the positively unexciting age of 23, I'm getting ready to conquer and change the world, just because I can.

Today marks two months since what could've been the end, but it now officially marks the beginning - of living with purpose and determination and fearlessness of what might be on the other side of that icy, morning commuter bridge.

Thank you from the deepest, darkest parts of my matte-black heart to EVERYONE who cooked or cleaned for me, who sent me cards or flowers or skittles, who brought me coffee or bought me groceries, or sat on my couch with me while I barely acknowledged your presence, who reminded me to take my pain meds, or helped me in the new car search. I couldn't possibly have made it to this point in my recovery if it were not for you all and your love.

I'm eternally grateful.

Jessica*.