03/02/2026
March 2 marks eight years since my car accident.
There was a moment after impact where everything went quiet. No sound. No movement. I remember looking in the rearview mirror, holding my breath, searching my son and my two year old daughter for signs of life.
They were both untouched. Not a scratch.
I have never known relief like that.
I think often about how I live this second life. With gratitude. With softness. With discernment. I choose to be a better mother. A better friend. A better daughter. A better partner. Not from pressure, but from clarity.
My body learned what my mind never could.
You were knocked down.
You were spared.
You were given another chance.
I walked away with a broken back and a degloved hand.
I walked away alive.
My children walked away alive.
That knowledge lives quietly inside me now. It guides how I move. How I love. How slowly and intentionally I live.
Nothing is promised.
Every day is a gift.
I treat it that way. 🤍
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