I hit a brick wall!!

Well that was not my best last couple of months! Processig trauma is hard. Processing trauma nobody ever believed happened is even harder. My brain and body was going way too fast. I was trying to balance out the bad by focusing on getting my non profit foundation up and going super quick. I am still proud of my work on that and can’t wait to continue at a slower pace. I have lots of tasks for that, but God defineinly told me to slow down! 23 nights ago, God guided me out of my house at about midnight or so. I did not need my purse, wallet, or phone. Well, I was on my phone as I rushed out and locked the door. I was on the phone with my Aunt telling her to please meet me at TMC. In past years when I needed to sleep when I was in crisis, I was able to go to TMC ER and get meds to sleep. So that was my plan. I got in my car, put on my seatbelt, and drove so fast to TMC. I felt God and all my angels so hard!! They had control of the speed and I was honking the horn. When I was going down Craycroft, there was a huge semi truck coming east on Pima and God took the wheel so hard and I went wshhh wshhh around it. It was the craziest, coolest, weirdest feelings ever. I turned in the ambulance bay, jumped over the curb and then slowed down as there were some EMTs walking out of the ER and I …well God..ran my car into a pole! I have a lot more stories but I am going to chill for a bit.