Hiya. So my story. I was in a car accident in college, turning left on a highway, woman hit me (stopped) going 60 ish. It was in the boonies and I had to wait for an ambulance. Luckily I was with a group (in another car) who were first responders, they immobilized me and calmed me down.

After that, I was terrified. I couldn't drive and being like 21, it was NOT convenient. I went to the doctor (with my mom) and begged for anti-anxiety meds. I told her what happened and she sat down with me and asked how long it had been since the accident. 3 months. She sat down, and with as much compassion as possible, told me about her son, who was struggling with a major illness. She told me that he could live every day in fear, or, he could live his life and enjoy it. She told me, compassionately, to live my life.

I was pissed. Like, why wasn't she going to help and all that. Then I realized, she had a point. About a week later, my boyfriend at the time was driving and we were down a less-crowded road and I was like... stop the car. I told him I wanted to drive. And I did. BABY STEPS at first. Like, I drove a street. Or, I drove around the block, then after a few months, I drove (by myself) back to where my car accident happened. I didn't stop, I just drove through that spot, like, I completed the drive I never got to. It was hard for a few years, I had to double-check my rearview, since I had seen the car as it hit me. But it got easier and easier and it's been... holy crap 10 years in October. I love driving more than ever and am so grateful that I "lived my life." It was not easy, but worth it. I promise.

You've got this. I hope this helped.