A year ago, nearly to the day, I was in a minor bike accident. The only reason it was minor, though, was because I was extremely fortunate (for which I credit and thank God, but that’s not really part of this thread). If any of the infinite factors involved had been slightly tweaked, that day would have seriously impacted the rest of my life in a very tangible way. As it is, though, the only impact was psychological (and I spent a lot of time in the chiropractor’s office for a few weeks).
I know what you mean about not being able to sleep, and just replaying that moment in your head. I probably watched it play out fifty times a night, until I just passed out from the sheer exhaustion. Pedaling up to the crosswalk. Pushing the button to get the “walk” sign on the stoplight. Getting that sign. Hearing the thing that the stoplight plays for blind people. Looking around and making sure the cars next to me were stopped. Starting to move again. Going through the intersection. Seeing out of the corner of my eye that this van I was moving in front of was starting to move. Speeding up to get out of its way. Feeling the van hit my hip and back wheel. Struggling to stay upright and keep from getting pushed into busy traffic. Messing up my back. Getting to the other side of the crosswalk. Taking a breath. Looking behind me to see the van going off into the distance. Breaking down into tears. I remember it all very vividly, and I just couldn’t get it off my mind. It really made me think about why I’m here on this planet. I couldn’t help but ask myself for weeks on end: Why wasn’t I killed? Why wasn’t my life severely altered?
So yes, that’s my story. Sorry if I got off on a tangent there. Here’s what actually applies to you.
I agree 100% with @CWOTUS‘s statement that you need to talk this out to get out from under the emotion that’s keeping it so alive for you. For me, it was those ”why” questions – I needed to figure out for myself why it played out the way it did. I believe the Lord used it as a tool in my life to remind me why I’m here, how I’m here, and that I need to be making the most of each day, because I never know how long I’ll be here. The answers I came to after thinking long and hard (and talking it through at the camp where I was working 3 weeks after it happened) have shaped my every decision since then. I believe it was important to have thought about those issues then, because having that nailed down in my head has been important for the struggles I’m having right now with some health problems. But anyway. You need to figure out what’s keeping this so alive for you, and see if there are any bigger questions you need to think through in order to move on. A counselor may be a good idea, or just a good friend or family member.
@CWOTUS‘s other statement that you need too talk it out until you are bored with the story is very true, too. What I did was tell every friend or family member I talked to about it. Usually I’m pretty reserved about things like this, but for some reason, I needed to talk. To everyone. After so many times of going through the story, I really did get tired of it. Once I had healed, I moved on. That’s what you need to do – you need to heal and then move on. It only works in that order. You may only be able to talk to a counselor, but talk. Work through it.
The two situations are very different, but if you want, feel free to PM me any time.
Wow, that got long. Sorry. :)