We were lucky tonight. How we managed to make a complete 360 on the freeway without hitting another car or flipping our own vehicle is unbelievable.

It had been snowing intermittently and the temperature was in the low 30s, but we were only 10 miles away from home and the rest of the trip had been such a breeze that it was nothing to worry about. However, on a particularly bare stretch, the car slowly began to lose control. It was surreal how slow it seemed to happen. I thought for certain that Jordan had control of the situation, but when we began swerving onto the shoulder, I started to internally panic. Suddenly the car was rotating and I could only focus on two thoughts: We were undoubtedly going to cross the median into oncoming traffic and Jordan’s brother was shouting. Was I shouting too? I don’t remember shouting. Perhaps I had been. 

Then, as soon as it had started, it was over. A car rushed past us on our right and I finally remembered to breathe again. No one was injured; The car was safe; And yet I was shaking uncontrollably in the passenger seat.

It has been almost three years since my accident, but I realize now that not entirely over it. If anything, this only brought me back to that day.

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I’m home again and we’re thankfully all safe. I’ve made myself some tea and lit my candles around my room for the first time since my move to aid in my relaxation. Please let it work so I can sleep soundly tonight.