Impact: Palmer Fishman Industries presents... Jessica Hirst: the Palmer Fishman Fashion Revolution has begun!

Saturday, October 30, 2010

Palmer Fishman Industries presents... Jessica Hirst: the Palmer Fishman Fashion Revolution has begun!

Last night was a lot of fun, and I didn't get too anxious to let it happen! I started to feel the urge to sabotage myself before I could fail, but I didn't do it! I talked to people, took pictures, went with the flow, even stayed up late at the party when I really really wanted to go hide in my room. It was a good time.
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Palmer Fishman Industries presents... Jessica Hirst: the Palmer Fishman Fashion Revolution has begun!

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About IMPACT

I started this blog to help myself process an unimaginable tragedy: At a few minutes after 8AM on February 3, 2009, my Nissan Pathfinder hit two pedestrians, sisters, and killed them. My memory starts with the airbags slamming into me.

I am shaking and nauseous writing this.

I was living in Nicaragua, where the roads are filled simultaneously with pedestrians, bicycles, horse-carts, moto-cabs, dogs, all manner of freight trucks from rickety pick-ups to 18-wheelers, ancient US school buses, and mini-buses and taxis determined to economize fuel by never stopping. Under Nicaraguan law drivers in accidents where someone is hurt badly are all jailed for at least 24 hours.

No one knows what caused my accident, although my brother discovered that Nissan had issued a Technical Advisory to mechanics' shops on my year and model because the airbags were detonating spontaneously. As my car was one of the very few with airbags in the country, no one, not even the Nissan dealer repair shop, had ever mentioned anything. I will never know if fault lies with the faulty airbags, and the not knowing is terrifying.

All traumas are unique. Our human reactions to trauma have traits in common. Though everyone will have their own path toward healing, I am certain we can help one another by sharing, witnessing, and affirming.

I have also been diagnosed with bipolar disorder type II, which means I miss the fun (ha!) of full-blown mania. I have suffered from severe recurrent depression and anxiety since I was a teenager.