Today has been very good. I got a rush of excitement about being alive this morning and ran to hug my best friend, who thought I was up to something because I wouldn't stop smiling!
I read some posts on here, that set me thinking and then went to the park. I lay in the long grass, watching ravens and spiders and kites. I felt very calm, so I tried writing about my accident (as suggested by Anthony). I remembered some bad things - mostly just feeling helpless because no one understood that I was in trouble; at the time I didn't know that I had internal bleeding, but I knew something was very wrong and the doctors wouldn't believe me (thinking "crazy foreignor, what's she complaining about?")
Anyway, I wrote it down, which has now brought out some of my anger. But I also know that everything is fine, and that feeling these emotions is good, even when I'm sad.
Sorry, this was going to be a happy post!