This poem was my starting point. It can be yours.

For clarity, this was not a physical car crash. This was a life crash. The kind where the life I had built with crutches, duct tape, and substances finally gave out.

It is the first poem I wrote to myself after my big life crash, once I had gained some ground and stability in early recovery. I was working on my physical and mental health, rebuilding my life, and refusing to keep repeating the same chaos. Journaling and reflecting got me here.

This poem became my fight against stigma, a scrap of proof that I was not going to be treated like yesterday’s garbage, thrown out and left behind, or frozen as “that guy,” no longer a success story, a failure.

I had a life accident. I crashed. It was my own doing; I admit that, and trust me, I will carry these scars too. But I am still the driver, and I am still a human being.

I can recover and come back stronger.

Pink Cloud Comics is one of my creative outlets for expressing my thoughts on recovery, life, and what happens after the crash.

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