November 8th, 2023. A day I will never forget. I was in my kitchen cooking myself dinner like any other day after school when my mother called me panicking to inform me that my oldest sister was in a car accident and that she was being life-flighted to a hospital in a city an hour away. I was incredibly worried about her the entire drive to the hospital, and I was also worried about her baby, since she was eight and a half months pregnant with my nephew.
Once we had arrived at the trauma center, my family and I were placed in a private room. I couldn't stand sitting in a silent room, wondering what was happening with my sister and her baby. Every bad possibility started running through my head. I went to the bathroom so I could be alone, and while I was in there, I began to have a panic attack. I could barely breathe at the thought of losing my sister and my nephew. After many moments, I was able to calm down some, and I returned to the private room with my family. I will skip past a few details, but in the end, my sister fortunately lived, but her baby sadly passed away. This resulted in me becoming depressed. I was already struggling to balance life problems with school, and this accident just completely broke me. I went into a very dark place. With the recent loss of my nephew, as well as my sister having a rough recovery in an ICU, on top of a lot of school stress, I never thought things would get better, and for awhile I even thought to myself it wouldn't be so bad if I wasn't here anymore. Until one day, I had a conversation with my other older sister, Kyeliegh.
Kyeliegh and I were discussing how we have felt since the accident, and she said to me, "I don't know what I would do without you; I genuinely don't know what I would do if you had died." I had never told her that I was struggling mentally, but I think part of her just knew, and at that very moment I knew that I had to keep going. I had to get better. So I worked hard to take better care of myself, both physically and mentally. I worked hard to find the things in my life that I enjoyed. It took time, but now I am the happiest I have been in a very long time.
I'm glad that I am still here, and I didn't let my struggles get the best of me. Every now and again, I will start to slip back a little bit, but I have surrounded myself with the best support system that is always there to help me bounce back. So even though November 8th will be one of the most heartbreaking days for me, I can also remember it as the day that triggered me into being the best version of myself yet.