Yesterday marked one year since the car accident that broke my right hand and split my kneecap in half, leaving me with my dominant hand in a cast, two screws in my knee and months upon months of physical rehabilitation. I had to learn how to walk again three different ways. I threw out my back three different times because of my ever changing anatomy through the recovery process. I dealt with all horrors that are car insurance and health insurance.
But I grew. I grew so, so much.
I can't even begin to describe how much different I feel one year later. I feel like I'm finally whole in myself. I know myself, what I love, where I want to go. The future is clear where I once was too afraid to think through the fog. I have confidence in what I do, and no one can get into my head. I feel strong and in tune with my body in ways I'd never thought possible, and for a person who is normally so disconnected from the physical world, that means a lot! I know what drives me on, what's truly important to me, and how my relationships should work.
I feel like the entire experience helped me shed my old self and become a better person. I couldn't be happier with how I've changed.
Happy anniversary, knee screws.