In May I had an accident doing a hobby I loved. I was on a motorbike, taking part in a track day and the accident was bad. I was in ITC for 5 days, hospital for 10 and I’ve been left with a paralysed left arm due to nerve damage (though I hope it will recover).
I miss my bike so so much, I’d waited all my life to have it and I loved it. I can’t look at bikers now as I feel so jealous and like I’ve fucked it all up. We missed our holiday, first in 5years and I’ve had to pack up my business. My OH has sold his bike and all our biking things, my bike (damaged badly) is just sitting in the garage.
Even if my arm recovers enough to ride, I can’t put my family through it again. My parents are in their 70s and my kids in comp, and my poor OH of course. How can I not let it bother me? The weather is nice at the moment so they are everywhere.
Im not sure if I hate them, or love them or I’m bitter or jealous. Or maybe it’s part of the trauma, though I don’t feel like It’s affected me much as I’m a pretty strong woman.
How do I get over it?