When I was 17 years old I was in a car accident. I was drinking and driving, it was raining and around a sharp turn our cars collided. I don't remember much about the accident just bits and pieces and what others have told me. We were both wearing our seat belts, he was just minding his own business going to drop food off at a church for the needy. A cancer survivor. A father. A grandfather. But there I came a reckless drunk teenager trying to come home from a fight with her idiotic boyfriend. BOOM, in an instant a life was lost and mine was changed forever. I KILLED someone.
I feel your pain! How do we go on? Did you ever feel like a monster? Wonder why you lived? Did you ever feel that it would have been so much better for everyone involved if you would have died in the crash?