Writing = Therapeutic
After what can arguably be defined as two of the best weekends of my life, I was not expecting to face an emotion I haven't been in touch with in awhile: anger. I am angry right now. Extremely so. This morning at 9 AM, I was scheduled to meet with my attorney, a mediator, & Unitrin's attorney (Unitrin's an insurance carrier). Unitrin's attorney didn't show up until 10:15 AM. Furthermore, without ANY heads up, Unitrin's attorney brought along the woman who changed my life nearly 3 years ago. They brought the drunk driver who had hit me that fateful night as I was driving two friends home. Why? For no reason. I broke down into tears. I haven't seen this woman since the night she struck me. The years of treatment, the months I was banned by my doctors from dancing, & the countless hours I had to take off from work to handle this case...I was reminded of all these events the second I saw her. The sight of her made me sick to my stomach & brought upon me an influx of negative emotions. Hurt. Pain. Frustration. And finally, anger.
I feel disrespected by Unitrin's attorney. I'm writing because writing has always been therapeutic for me, and I'm trying desperately right now to let all the negativity go. But alas, I am human. Even as the anger subsides I'm left confused & annoyed. Hurting. Just as I had hoped, I feel a lot better typing this all out. Time for me to get it together. I need a good cry.
Please don't drink & drive. For your own sake, & the sake of others.
I feel disrespected by Unitrin's attorney. I'm writing because writing has always been therapeutic for me, and I'm trying desperately right now to let all the negativity go. But alas, I am human. Even as the anger subsides I'm left confused & annoyed. Hurting. Just as I had hoped, I feel a lot better typing this all out. Time for me to get it together. I need a good cry.
Please don't drink & drive. For your own sake, & the sake of others.