So if you've been on
http://www.recoveryourlife.com/forum...d.php?t=131407, then you know what I'm talking about. If not, let me explain:
Our school did a program called "Shattered Dreams", which is aimed to prevent death/injuries by drunk driving through realistic scenes and such of car crashes, students dying, etc.
I was part of the living dead, which is where we're called out of our class, a policeman reads our obituary to the class, and our faces our painted and we're placed around the school with our obituary. We can't talk to anybody.
After the car crash and the living dead, when school ends, we cleaned up and loaded onto a bus and we were taken to the hospital in downtown for a tour. It was incredibly emotional, and it
really triggered me and got me depressed. To see all the trauma rooms (brain trauma, etc), and to see people dead except for multiple machines keeping them alive because their parents aren't ready to let go of them yet, is heartbreaking. To see naked men laying hopelessly alone in dark rooms hooked up to machines and casts and bags of crap hanging over them is
heartbreaking. To see parents of teenagers laying by their side asleep or crying makes me want to reach out and give them a hug. The fact that they can't take death back makes me sick.
We then went back to our school and spent the night. Me and my boyfriend (who was the video editor) stayed up until 4:30 editing the video we were going to show at the funeral the next day. We didn't sleep much, and I stayed home today because I was so exhausted from it.
The next morning was the funeral. We had two, because our school was so large. There were two guys from jail that were locked up because of drug/alcohol related accidents. There were EMS workers, policeman, firefighters...telling of their experiences. There were parents of a student that was staged in the accident that made a very emotional speech that put half the students in tears, including myself. She said that even if we think we can drink and drive and be safe, don't, because putting a parents in that situation was traumatizing.
And the whole day was traumatizing. Seeing my boyfriend laying on the roof of a car, with blood over him and running along the hood made me want to run out to him, even though I knew it wasn't a real car crash. I still have to convince myself that it was fake. I don't un-believe it until I'm talking to him, or I see him. I had nightmares last night that we were dying. The hospital, the wreck, seeing people pass in front of me as I was the living dead, not being able to talk to my friends makes me tear up now. It's hard to believe how death can affect you. It's not just about drinking and driving. It's putting death into perspective.
Here's the video of the crash that I made:
[ame]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IeJVnBMa3IY[/ame]
If you have any questions about it, ask. I want to share my experience with you guys. Even though it was very emotional, it really opened a lot of people's eyes, including mine.