Girl Online

15 December

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Hey, guys!

Thanks so much for all of your lovely comments about my pics from Snooper’s Paradise—I’m glad you love its quirkiness as much as I do.

This week’s post is really difficult to write because it’s about something really scary that’s happened to me—is happening to me. When I first started this blog, I said I was always going to be completely honest here, but back then I had no idea Girl Online would take off the way it has. I can’t believe I now have 5,432 followers—thanks so much! Although the thought of opening up to you all about this is terrifying, Wiki reckons it might make me feel better, so here goes.

Some time ago, I was in a car crash. It’s OK—no one died or anything. But it was still one of the worst experiences of my life.

My parents and I were driving back home and it was one of those rainy nights when the water seems to be coming straight at you like a wave. Even when my dad had the windscreen wipers going at about 100 miles per hour it didn’t seem to make any difference. It was like driving through a tsunami. We’d just gotten onto a dual carriageway when a car cut right in front of us. I’m not exactly sure what happened next—I think Dad tried to brake and swerve—but the road was so wet and slippery we skidded into the central reservation. And then our car actually spun over!

I don’t know about you, but I’ve only ever seen this happen in movies. And in the movies, right after the car turns over, it usually blows up or a lorry plows into it or something, so all I could think was: We’re going to die. I kept calling out to Mum and Dad, not knowing if they were OK, and they kept calling out to me, but I wasn’t able to get to them. I was trapped, on my own, upside down, in the back.

Thankfully, we didn’t die. A really nice man saw what happened and stopped his car to help us. Then, when the emergency services got there, they were really lovely too. We were driven home in a police car and sat up drinking sugary tea under duvets on the sofa until the sun came up. And now everything is pretty much back to normal. My parents don’t really talk about the accident anymore, and we have a brand-new non-mangled car sitting in the driveway. Everyone keeps saying to me, “You’re so lucky you didn’t get hurt.” And I am. I know that. But the thing is, even though I didn’t get any cuts and bruises on the outside, it feels as if something inside of me has broken.

I don’t even know if an accident like that can cause this, but I keep having these weird panicky moments. If something stresses me out and I feel like I can’t escape, I start feeling like I did when I was trapped in the car. I go all hot and shivery and I feel like I can’t breathe. It’s happened three times now—so I’m really scared that it’s going to keep on happening. And I don’t know what to do.

I hope you don’t mind me writing about this. I promise I’ll get back to my usual self next week. I promise there’ll be loads of really yummy pics from Choccywoccydoodah! But if any of you have been through anything like I’ve just described, and you have any tips on how to make it stop, pleeeeease post them in the comments below. It’s bad enough being the Clumsiest Person in the Universe. I don’t want to be the panickiest too!!

Thank you!

Girl Online, going offline xxx