Driving anxiety after our crash is ruining my life — does it ever actually get better?
Possible trigger warning — I'll keep the details light but this involves a pretty scary crash.
About four months ago I was driving my kids home on a two-lane rural road when a pickup coming the other direction crossed the center line. I don't fully understand how we didn't collide head-on — I yanked the wheel, went partly into a ditch, and we clipped each other. My side of the car took the worst of it. Nobody died, which still feels unreal when I think about it. My collarbone and two ribs were broken, and I've been grinding through physical therapy ever since.
Here's the thing nobody warned me about: the driving part. I have to use that same road basically every day — school, groceries, my youngest's appointments. There's no real alternate route that's practical.
I did a few sessions with a therapist who specializes in trauma and it helped some. But last week a car drifted toward me on a curve and I completely lost it. Pulled into a church parking lot and just sat there shaking and crying for like 40 minutes. Couldn't call anyone because I couldn't even speak.
Every single time I get behind the wheel now my chest tightens, my hands go numb, and I feel like I might pass out. I white-knuckle the whole drive. By the time I get where I'm going I'm so drained I need to just sit quietly for ten minutes to decompress.
I know I'm lucky to be here. I know that. But I'm so exhausted by this invisible part of recovering that nobody really talks about.
Has anyone gotten through this? How long did it take? What actually helped? I just need some honest hope right now.