April 30 th ,2022 August 4 th , 2021, I packed Bear up (Bearren, 4-month-old at the time) in the Hummer and headed into town to pick up some formula. It was 10:03am when I left the house and at 10:10 am, my life changed. The last thing I saw behind a wheel of a car, was a Camry flying towards me, in my lane, then just smoke and airbags. This was the last time I was behind the wheel of a car… until today. That’s why this post is so late. I didn’t know how I felt, or how I did. I didn’t know how to put this experience into words. And honestly, I still don’t… The days before doing this, my anxiety grew at the anticipation finally trying to drive again. The morning of, I almost puked. But after an emotional breakdown to my husband, the weight of anxiety and the fear had eased. We talked for hours about how different life had become, and the fears and obstacles this event had brought us, but we are still here, we are still fighting, and we are making it happen...