Content Warnings: car accident and injury, seizure, medical trauma, emotional distress
Please read with care if these topics may be distressing for you.
On Wednesday, on our way home from the Food Bank- before we were supposed to head to China Lights in Milwaukee- the Moss Maiden and I were involved in a major car accident near home. One that destroyed our family car… and could have honestly taken our lives.
(Thankfully, this was one instance where Luna was not at the Food Bank with us.)
The shock is still unraveling, layer by layer. We were turning left when we were hit head-on. The impact spun the car almost 180 degrees, setting off every airbag in the Jeep Cherokee. For a few moments, everything felt frozen- the kind of silence that only comes after chaos.
When the Moss Maiden climbed out of the car, she collapsed and had a seizure. The vehicle that collided with us had struck her side, and she took the brunt of the force. Seeing that will stay with me forever.
When I finally saw the car at the tow lot, post-hospital, it didn’t even feel real. Every airbag had deployed, even ones I didn’t know existed until that moment. It’s strange, the things that stand out when your mind is trying to make sense of what’s left behind.
My left leg (the bad leg) is more bruised than not, and I’ll be following up with my pain management doctor soon. I probably should do it today, but even the idea of making another phone call feels like too much right now. The exhaustion sits deep- not just in my body, but in my spirit.
Right now, I feel lost. Empty. Grateful. Broken. Alive.
All at once.
So, if you don’t hear much from us for a while, please know we’re still here- just trying to heal, slowly. Trying to breathe through the stillness that follows the spin.
When the world stopped turning, we were lucky enough to start it again. And that’s something I don’t take lightly.
Thank you to everyone who has reached out, checked in, or simply held space for us. We’re still here- bruised, shaken, but breathing.
Author’s Note:
For the next few weeks, posts may be sparse or drawn from older drafts while we focus on recovery and rest. Thank you for your patience and kindness as we process and heal. Your support means more than words can say.
-Sky, The Crippled Cryptid
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