I had one. Recently.
Without too too many details, imagine parking a car.
Now, imagine doing it by accident.
On its roof.
From a starting point of "highway speed."
Now, imagine walking away. Scratches, bruises, and aches and pains. No fractures, notable neural damage, etc.
I'm...turning things over in my head--how it came to pass, how I came to survive. Sole occupant, single-car.
Car-and-health-insurance mean that, financially, this may be a headache, but it won't be a game-ender.
I can usually kind of laugh about it.
Something gnaws in the background, and I don't know what. Or why. So I'm airing this out for friends in the aether, maybe some of whom know something. The day after the accident--in a way that feels more profound than most other days--is "the first day of the rest of my life."
How, if at all, should the rest be different than what was before?