I think I died a month ago and leaped timelines
Second weekend of July I flew off my board going down a hill. Not a big slope or anything, but from the top of the street it would gradually dip and I loved cruising down it for the bit of speed I would pick up. Skated this road multiple times over the years. Now before I explain more of what happened, I’ve been dealing with a wrist injury since April and started wearing a neutral wrist brace in May to heal a tendon. Day of the accident marked week 8 in the brace and I was set to be cleared to stop wearing it that week. This plays a part in what makes this kinda wild.
But i’d also like to mention how the weeks leading up to the day felt really fucking off lol like I constantly felt this dread, just in general about myself and life, felt like I was going nowhere. I have my usual ups and downs I experience from time to time but for some reason this was SO intense. Just really off/negative energy I couldn’t shake. Felt like it kept getting worse day by day.
Anyway, we only have one parking space so I park in various spots around my area, whatever I can find. I recently started parking halfway up the street I would board, thinking how fun it’d be to skate back and forth for a quick ride to my car or back home. It’s a relatively quiet street during late afternoon and on, so it’s nice.
That evening dad said we were out of bread, asked if I’d go to the store real quick to grab some. Idk the day felt off as most days did around then so it wasn’t anything I thought much of, but i felt it. Skated up the street to my car, went to the store, got back, parked in the same spot. Grabbed the loaf of bread and board from the backseat and back down the street i went.
I was picking up some speed, making it close to this crosswalk that connected paths from either side of the road. I remember looking down at my foot on the board, pushing off for more speed, and then it goes black. I felt the impact of my shoulder dislocating, heard myself react to the pain of it, suddenly my vision is speckling back and I realize I’m on the ground in the middle of the road. I had landed with my arm crossed out infront of me, directly on the brace. My snapback was still on my head, sunglasses still on my face, bread bag still in my other hand lol. No scuffs, no scrapes, just a sore upper thigh from where it also hit the pavement and of course the dislocated shoulder from the impact (that shit sucked btw my arm was stuck exactly how it landed, went to the ER, I’m healing) but I have absolutely no memory of falling. And from where I slowly stood up, realizing what happened, and went to grab my board to the right of me against the curb of the road, I was past the crosswalk. So assuming as I was pushing off during my ride, I must’ve heel kicked a wheel and the board flew out from under me? but no memory whatsoever of that happening. It’s fucked with me ever since lol. First off, how the hell did I land on the one arm with a protective brace that somehow completely took the brunt of the fall?? Of all the ways I could’ve landed, it’s like i landed “perfectly”. Minimal injuries in the grand scheme of things, not even tiny scrapes on my fingers. Why do I only remember maybe moments before and then it goes dark? Just questions I’ve gone over a thousand times in my head.
Everything feels different now. Not even in a “holy shit I’m grateful to be alive” kind of way, because previous me with the way I was feeling would’ve been like oh great just another thing to add to the list of shit I’ve been going through. But more in a, I think I might’ve hit my head in a previous timeline and died, and ended up in a timeline where I was injured in a less severe way if that makes sense. Like this version of me feels eerily different in a way. And idk dude I remember a video popped up on my timeline a month or so before it happened where this person was explaining how lucky she was to be alive because she fell off her bike and wasn’t wearing a helmet, hitting her head pretty hard. And at the time it felt like one of those signs to stop being careless about shit like that, like a strong gut feeling of maaaybe I need to go get a helmet. I’ve cruised around without one forever but suddenly I felt super off about it. And though in recent years it wasn’t something i did as often as I used to but for whatever reason still hadn’t gotten one.
I don’t know, maybe there’s another explanation for this but I’m starting to notice subtle and not so subtle differences about life or tiny details about myself that really make me think something happened and I leaped timelines haha