Initially I recieved a wave of support from friends and family, but now I look at my bike and wrap bandages around my arms and legs to hide the bleeding from the outside world. I walk around with this hidden trauma and pretend nothing happened. I looked at other people's car versus bike outcomes and feel lucky. Only, what do I do? I really think it's just a matter of time until the next driver is texting or drunk or just plain malicious and I find my life at the intersection of their actions again. How do I live my life from here? Am I afraid I'll fall down again? Am I too scared of the outside world to get back up?