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Finding The Courage To Drive Again
A Journey Of Fear And Rediscovery
I barely even recall if someone taught me to ride a bicycle or bike — it just came to me, and I grasped it with quickness and self-confidence regarding the application of its very basics. Something similar took place nearly a decade ago, when I decided to learn how to drive.
I joined a driving school, quickly picked up the skills, got my learner’s license, and soon found myself confidently driving on busy streets. It felt like an accomplishment, though a little late in life, but I was proud to have acquired such an essential skill.
A few months later, life took me to a new city for a job, and everything changed.
Something strange happened — I couldn’t bring myself to drive anymore. For three long years, I couldn’t even imagine sitting behind the wheel.
My confidence had been completely shattered after witnessing a horrific accident and an unsettling road rage incident. Coupled with the chaotic traffic in the new city and a relatively difficult phase in my life, I developed a deep fear of driving.
My husband constantly encouraged me, but I was too afraid to take the car out. The fear of driving and the thought of hurting someone kept me paralyzed.
