Today felt heavy, one of those days where your mind drifts to places you thought you’d buried. And as I sat quietly, reflecting, I remembered something I rarely speak about… an experience that almost changed everything.
Two years ago, my life flashed before my eyes.
I had just attended an event in town with friends, the night filled with laughter, joy, and a sense of lightness. We were heading back home when everything changed in a split second.
A reckless driver came out of nowhere and rammed into me from the back, knocking us off the curbs with such force that for a moment, it felt like the world paused, then erupted in chaos. I took a hit.
The impact threw me off balance. Wigs flew, bags scattered, phones flung, my body shook from the jolt of fear and adrenaline. I didn’t immediately grasp what had happened. My instincts kicked in before logic could catch up. I scampered around, gathering my things, fueled by pure shock. A kind woman who had witnessed the scene rushed over, convinced I must be bleeding, shocked that I was even standing. She was certain I shouldn’t have survived that.
Soon, an ambulance arrived.
They checked me over, urging me to come with them. But I couldn’t.
My children were all I could think of. If this was to be the end of my story, I needed to see them, hold their hands, let them know I loved them with every fibre of my being. I was ready to risk everything for one more moment with them.
The paramedics said I was lucky, that I could go.
So I ordered an Uber, and my friend and I headed home, though sadly, she lost her brand-new phone in the chaos.
When I got home, I didn’t pause. I ran straight to my babies. They were so fragile, so unaware of what almost happened. I held them like I never wanted to let go. I think I cried in the shower that night, not just from the intense pain in my back, my legs, or the bruises on my shoulders, but from the gratitude that I had another chance.
Another sunrise. Another breath. Another hug from my children.
I could have died.
I could have been paralysed. But I’m still here.
And while life is still filled with uncertainties and days like today where I wonder what the future holds… I also remember that I’ve already survived something I wasn’t supposed to. That strength lives inside me now.
So if you’re reading this and feeling low, unsure, or tired of the weight of life, please remember that as long as you're breathing, there’s still purpose. Still hope. Still time to create new memories.
I survived. And I’m still here.
And for that, I am eternally grateful.
xoxo
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