Driving Panic

Today I paced around the house, totally unable to complete basic tasks, because I was afraid I was going to get in a car accident when I picked my daughter up at schoool.

I’ve never been good at driving. I didn‘t get my driver’s license until I was 23. When I drive I always think the worse. The car that pulls behind me is going to rear end me, there’s a jogger I don’t see, someone is going to cut me off. Sometimes when I’m turning a corner I think of how I probably don’t know how to drive at all and I will lose control of the car. This thought fills me with dread. I tighten my hands on the steering wheel and wait to die.

Today my anxiety was so great I left the house two hours early, just to get it over with. I sat at Elro’s school, waiting.

When I got home I felt uneasy until my husband got home. Then I felt cozy. I turned on the tree and got lost in the world of potty training. Peace at last. Until the next time I have to face the open road.