mcrmybeloved
Member
- Feb 28, 2023
- 10
I haven't logged into this account for a while now but I feel this is the only place that will understand me.
A couple weeks ago I got into a really nasty accident on a motorcycle, my friend was driving us when a car ran a stop sign, hit us from the side and left, I was unconscious on and off so I don't remember much but I have a vague memory of hearing someone saying that my friend didn't survive the accident, I halfway woke up in the ambulance (second one since apparently I was rushed to one hospital just to be taken to another one) and my mom was there so I asked about my friend and she told me I shouldn't worry which basically confirmed everything, I was hospitalized since I fractured a bunch of bones and ended up getting surgery to be able to walk again which I'm still recovering from, this whole time I've been told I should be grateful I survived and stuff along those lines but I can't, I feel guilty for surviving and deep down I also feel envious, both my friend and I have dealt with suicidal thoughts and somewhat I feel happy they were relieved from this reality but also they actually had dreams they were following while I've been waisting my time doing nothing with my life, seems like a bad joke that I'm the one that survived.
I can't seem to find the words to describe how I'm feeling, I couldn't even attend their funeral and everyone wants me to be happy about being alive when I'm in constant pain and I can't stand up...
A couple weeks ago I got into a really nasty accident on a motorcycle, my friend was driving us when a car ran a stop sign, hit us from the side and left, I was unconscious on and off so I don't remember much but I have a vague memory of hearing someone saying that my friend didn't survive the accident, I halfway woke up in the ambulance (second one since apparently I was rushed to one hospital just to be taken to another one) and my mom was there so I asked about my friend and she told me I shouldn't worry which basically confirmed everything, I was hospitalized since I fractured a bunch of bones and ended up getting surgery to be able to walk again which I'm still recovering from, this whole time I've been told I should be grateful I survived and stuff along those lines but I can't, I feel guilty for surviving and deep down I also feel envious, both my friend and I have dealt with suicidal thoughts and somewhat I feel happy they were relieved from this reality but also they actually had dreams they were following while I've been waisting my time doing nothing with my life, seems like a bad joke that I'm the one that survived.
I can't seem to find the words to describe how I'm feeling, I couldn't even attend their funeral and everyone wants me to be happy about being alive when I'm in constant pain and I can't stand up...