It’s been exactly six months since the accident that nearly took my life. It also took my first car away from me before anyone even knew I had it, meaning that weeks after the accident I was receiving “congratulations on your new car” notes from my insurance company, the state of the Pa and various car related businesses. These only made the situation worse for me (in fact, I still get 3-4 insurance offers in the mail a week) almost like throwing salt on open wound.

An open wound caused as everyone liked to remind me was somehow “self-inflicted” because I did everything right that day. I stopped, checked traffic and began my turn when I felt it was safe. That’s when the teenager hits me – sorry, “you hit her” as Officer Adams corrected me in the hospital. That’s the part that still hurts shouldering the full blame for driving as safely I know how.

You see nobody gave a shit about me at the scene. Nobody, it was all “oh, how could somebody do that to poor little girl?” My car was destroyed as was my insurance, my confidence, my ability to drive in the sate of Pa and basically my entire life was shattered along with all semblance of self-esteem. But since my “carelessness” apparently caused the whole thing, I have “no right to complain.”

Now, if you excuse me, I must suffer in silence.