The Journey Of My Opioid Addiction, revisted
In literature or movie, you can call it an inciting incident, in the life you can call it the breaking point. After this, my life took a drift in a different direction.
It all happened so fast, and nonetheless I see it in my memory through a slow-motion lens. The car approached us in a flash. We didn’t see it coming until it was too late. I can hear the loud crunch of the passenger door and feel how the airbag exploded in my face. We had been hit from the side at about 80 mph, and I had only one thought in my head: This is it. This is how I will die.
We rolled over twice and landed upside down on a small hill.
For four or five seconds after the crash it was like I had been knocked out. I didn’t fully realize what had happened. I mean, I know that we had had a pretty bad accident, but it all seemed to me like an event from some distant place. I couldn’t put two and two together. Those few seconds lasted way longer than seconds normally do, like in slow motion, as I mentioned earlier. There is something strange with our time…
