Healing After the Crash: Real Talk

The car accident shook me. Not just physically — mentally, spiritually.

I won’t go into every detail, but I remember the silence after. I remember wondering if I’d get to keep doing what I love. I remember wondering what do i love.

That moment brought me face-to-face with everything I’d been ignoring. The way I pushed myself too hard. The way I numbed the pain. The way I ran on fumes and called it ambition.

But I walked away. Bruised but breathing.

That’s when I started writing Therapy Sessions more intentionally. That’s when I realized I don’t want to move through life on autopilot.

I share this not for pity, but for presence. If you’re reading this, I hope you slow down when your body asks. I hope you honor the signals.

Sometimes survival itself is a sign you’ve still got work to do.

More posts soon. Stay safe. Slay dragons.