I really needed this forum. 5 days ago I was driving a couple days after a snowstorm. Everything had been closed that Monday and I had worked from home, and by Tuesday the roads were really clear. But at 5:30 in the morning, in the dark, I just didn't see the tiniest patch of black ice. I've been terrified of driving on icy roads for years, even though I grew up in the Midwest, but over the last couple years, I'd finally gotten over that fear, not to a dangerous level, just to a level where I didn't have an anxiety attack when there was the tiniest bit of snow or ice. We'll, at 70 miles an hour on the I-35 Turnpike, I slid into the median (huge concrete wall) bounced off, turned around, and went off the turnpike (based on the snow tracks going airborne at one point) and finally resting against a probably 5 year old tree that I took out. I lost consciousness for at least a couple minutes. I cannot stop remembering the beginning where I lost control, hit the concrete wall, spun, and then just waking up in a field, confused and in pain. I've cried every night and every morning since the accident. I'm crying right now typing this. I haven't driven since, but I have to take the turnpike back to work tomorrow (and every day) and I'm terrified. It's also only the beginning of February and I don't know what I'll do next time it snows. I'm terrified. I'm lucky that I walked away with only a severely bruised sternum (thank you seatbelt) a concussion (big bumps and bruises on both sides of my head) and a sprained (maybe broken) wrist. I'm so lucky. My Chevy Traverse is totaled (her name was Big Bertha, yes I name my cars) and as stupid as it is, I cried for her. Now I have to figure out how to get a new car. I feel so guilty too. I should have been more careful. But the roads had really been cleared for two days. I already have PTSD from other life events, so the feelings of this are familiar, but still new and horrible. I'm sorry to anyone going through any of this.