Ruinedforever
Bronze Member
Almost three months ago, I was coming home from my drug/alcohol counselor. It was almost 830 pm.. I was almost home, right around the corner..
....then I hit something.
Or. Someone.
I sat in my car, dazed for a moment. My first Thought was "My airbag went off; I hope my car isn't totaled. My windshield is broken; my dad is going to be really mad at me. OH F*** I JUSY HIT A PERSON!!!!"
She was an African-American woman. Wearing dark clothes, crossing the street where there wasn't a crosswalk. At night.
She died later that night in the hospital.
I found out, from a news report of it, her son crossed the street successfully and urged his mom to hurry up.. I guess they thought she could make it...
I cried for hours and hours. I felt so guilty.
The police determined I was not at fault, which helped a little.
I'm very messed up from all of this. I can't stop thinking about it. Nightmares. Flashbacks. You name it. I started therapy shortly after.
...when does it get better?!?
....then I hit something.
Or. Someone.
I sat in my car, dazed for a moment. My first Thought was "My airbag went off; I hope my car isn't totaled. My windshield is broken; my dad is going to be really mad at me. OH F*** I JUSY HIT A PERSON!!!!"
She was an African-American woman. Wearing dark clothes, crossing the street where there wasn't a crosswalk. At night.
She died later that night in the hospital.
I found out, from a news report of it, her son crossed the street successfully and urged his mom to hurry up.. I guess they thought she could make it...
I cried for hours and hours. I felt so guilty.
The police determined I was not at fault, which helped a little.
I'm very messed up from all of this. I can't stop thinking about it. Nightmares. Flashbacks. You name it. I started therapy shortly after.
...when does it get better?!?