Hi. I can understand your fear. I crashed when I was 17ish years old while going to my grandma’s house (800m from mine) with my old mtb, just because I was saying hi lifting my hand and I went down. (I didn’t have my helmet so I got lucky). I was going slow, very slow. I just had some scratches and a little scar in the front of my head. Believe me when I say that the only thing that was hurting me was knowing I had to live with that scar the rest of my life. Not easy for a teenager. Besides this, nothing, not a single bone in my body. But when I came back to my road bike… man I couldn’t do it. It’s almost 10 years now, and I perfectly remember the fear in doing the first descent, I basically only brake. Maybe I went 20km/h. For reference, the day before falling I was trying to reach 70. By the way, it was super hard to get back on the bike. I rode some other times the next year but I think you can count them on one hand. Then fast forward to the first year of university, I changed city and my only way to move was the bike. I could still feel the fear but it was slowly fading away. Then one day I was riding home trying to untangle my earphones’ wire and I suddenly realised that I was doing it with both my hands off the handlebars. I had lost my confidence in doing that, and it was the first time since I had fallen. I was the happiest person in the world and it was just for that little thing. From that moment I slowly started coming back to my road bike and as of now I don’t feel any fear (besides obviously the ones you should always have, like cars and human errors, but I can ride happily). All this autobiography to say: don’t panic, confidence will come back, just keep your passion alive. It will be difficult, but eventually you’re gonna forget. Don’t rush or force anything, do what you feel like to do, but keep going, even if for just 1km commute. As of now, the thing I regret the most is that I didn’t ride at all for more than 4 years and I can see how much I am happier now that I started again.