Anniversary Time
- JessicaHaber
- Aug 11, 2020
- 2 min read
I’ve made a tradition of posting something every year on the anniversary of my accident. Honestly, I really wasn’t feeling it this year but writing usually makes me feel a little better so I figured I should say something - for myself but obviously it’s here for whomever else wants to read it. It’s nothing I haven’t said before but it’s my day so imma say it again anyway.
Guys, it’s been twenty nine years. That’s a really long time. Some of you reading this might not have even been born yet which is just insane. I remember every detail like it was just yesterday - which is ironically better than I actually remember the day before today.
Some years I get really sad on the anniversary. This is one of those years. It’s okay to have a bad day and sometimes it’s cool to cry for ‘no’ reason. Let’s be honest, we all do it or have done it at some point - right? At this point, twenty nine years later and middle aged, most of us have experienced some level of tragedy or trauma. It’s just an unfortunate part of life we each have to deal with.
Bad things happen - to all of us. Some might be minor inconveniences and some can be life altering. Whatever they are we have control over how we react to them and that makes every bit of difference in how we will be affected.
My life was changed in an INSTANT - literally. There was no planning, there was no preparing. I spent a long time asking ‘why me’ and wishing I could change - trying any and everything imaginable to reverse my fate, but at some point I realized- I could live my life in reverse or I could suck it up and forge ahead.
My situation - physically - is pretty shitty. I wouldn’t wish it on anyone. Not walking is totally bogus and it is just a part of what comes with my injury. BUT I’ll tell you what: IT COULD BE WORSE. Much worse. I’m thankful for so many things in my life and for the opportunities I’ve had. I’m grateful for the many amazing things life has brought me and the incredible people I am lucky enough to share it with.
Twenty nine years later I am so grateful for how far I have come and I never for one second forget that I did not get here alone.
My day might have started out sad but after school and work, I took a shower, put on a dress and some make up for the first time in I don’t even know how long, and headed into my kitchen for dinner with my family who true to character - made fun of me for wearing a dress, laughed at my make up, and once again, made me smile. They topped it off with my favorite dinner and home made cake and proved to me once again that no matter what happened in the past, perspective is EVERYTHING ✌🏼❤️
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