Confessions of a Concussed Cyclist: 5 years

August 19, 2019

Today marks five years. Five years since the driver of a SUV decided a few minutes of her time was worth more than my safety and well being. 1,825 days. 

These past five years have been the hardest of my 37 years.  What I thought was stress is nothing compared to what my last 5 years have been. What I thought was pain is nothing compared to what my last 5 years have been. What I thought was frustration and heartache is nothing compared to what my last 5 years have been. What I thought was exhaustion and fatigue is nothing compared to what my last 5 years have been.  What I thought was lonely is nothing compared to what my last 5 years have been. 

There is something I need to say.  Something that weighs heavier on me with each passing day.  I do not say this because I am looking for “you can do this Jen” reassurances; nor do I say this to make you worry about me.  I say this because the weight is so much that I just need to put this out there. I say this to keep my Confessions brutally honest…when I think about how hard the last five years have been, I cannot imagine doing this for another five.