Yesterday marked one week since my car accident. I’ve been trying to not let the accident overtake me, but its been easier said than done. The accident did a number on my back, and I’ve had difficulty accepting the physical limitations that I’m currently facing. Emotionally, I’ve also been having a difficult time.
I know that my current physical and emotional challenges will only make me stronger on the other side of this injury. But that doesn’t make the recovery process any easier.
Work hasn’t been easy, as I spend the majority of the day on my feet working with my students. It hasn’t been easy trying to move and stay active either. When I saw the urgent care doctor last week, she suggested that I try and move as much as I could in order to help prevent my back from stiffening up. I’ve been doing my best, but naturally, my back has been very tight. Some days after work I’ve come home in so much pain that all I can bear to do is lay on the couch, often on top of the heating pad.
I tried doing yoga for the first time since the accident last night. I knew going into it that my back would be tight, but I had no idea just how much flexibility I’ve lost in a week. Yoga poses and moves that once were super easy for me are now a huge challenge.
I know that I’ll eventually come out on the other side. I’ll eventually be as flexible as I was before the accident. I’ll eventually be able to lift weights again. I’ll eventually be able to run as fast as I could before the accident. It’ll just take time, patience, and of course determination.
As for my poor car, let’s just say its making its way to the junkyard. The amount of repair that the collision center would have had to do would have essentially resulted in them almost rebuilding an entirely new car. Preston is going to the collision center today to get the last of our belongings from the car. I decided that seeing the car again isn’t worth it – that it’ll probably bring back more memories from last week than I want to handle right now. Looking at the pictures I took before my car was loaded onto the tow truck is hard enough, and I fear seeing the car in person will be even worse. I drive past the accident site at least twice a day, and each time I approach the site I get the chills. I know with time I’ll heal emotionally. And hopefully once we purchase a new car that’ll also help me to move on a bit more from this traumatic event.
I know things could be much worse than they are. I could have been more seriously hurt, I could have left the accident site in an ambulance, and I could have not made it through the accident. I’m definitely counting my blessings, and remembering all that I have to be grateful for, despite how frustratingly difficult the healing process is.
QOTD: How do you physically and/or emotionally manage traumatic experiences?