If you follow this blog you may be aware of the fact that I have OCD issues revolving around driving. Well, today I took a 4 and a half hour trip with just my dog in the backseat. It is the first time in a few months that I have made the voyage to my parents place in the country of North Carolina.
I’d like to tell you it was easy. I’d like to tell you I just sang along with my iPod and everything was just dandy.
But I can’t say that.
It was, at one point, quite horrible. You see I am deathly afraid of running someone over, and there was not one, but two separate men on the highway. Not in cars. Not even on motorcycles. Just out on the highway. Not to mention the cars that had broken down and had people outside of the vehicles on the shoulder of the road.
And then I couldn’t see the road lines very well. In certain areas they were in desperate need of some repainting. It was super sunny and the lines were faint and there were people on the side of the road and it was all too much.
I freaked out. I tried not to. I just wanted to GET HERE, for the drive to be over. But when I saw a rest area I stopped and called my mom. I did some deep breathing. I calmed down. 15 minutes later, I was back on the road.
I’m not sure what I am going to do about this fear of driving. It could become incapacitating. I NEED to be able to drive – to get places, to get to appointments, to meet up with friends, to drive 4 and a half hours to my parents.
I am not looking forward to the drive home. I wish someone was here to drive me back.
It is just getting worse.
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