Confessions of mini van mom

So I was not afraid when a man put a 22 in my face and threatened to kill me. However dear readers, I am terrified of driving a car. In fact, I become a complete nervous wreck even as a passenger in a car.

I was in an accident in 1992. There was blood and chaos and the jaws of life. I still remember the sounds of my friend screaming. Her leg had been crushed.
It was raining. I asked Lance how my face looked. I could tell he was lying as he said I looked alright. Blood was rushing down my face. As I reached up, I thought I was touching my forehead. I went into shock when I realized I was touching my skull. The skin had been peeled back and apart

My face! My fucking face. They stitched me up with inch long stitches fifty of them in total. I must have looked like Frankenstein. I am surprised the bar Sudly Malones would serve me. Vicodin and Vodka.

They said I would need plastic surgery. I got strung out soon after. Flash forward to today. My daughter needs me to drive her to school tomorrow. I have thought of fifty ways to try and get out of it. I had a massive panic attack in the middle of driving last year. I am not afraid of what other consider dangerous but my mini van is making my chest tighter. Breath breathe better maybe. We will see.



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  1. MichelleApril 8, 2013 at 9:26 AM

    Damn Tracey, I never knew about your accident, I thought you just got started out of curiosity.

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    1. traceyh415April 8, 2013 at 9:44 AM

      I was already using before the accident. My using got much worse after the accident. I was very traumatized about my face. I would not have been in the accident if i was not seeking drugs so it all goes hand in hand.

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  2. traceyh415April 8, 2013 at 9:48 AM

    My drive today was fairly uneventful. I am almost disappointed as I had envisioned all types of catastrophic scenarios.

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  3. RocketQueenMarch 3, 2014 at 12:22 PM

    I have severe anxiety attacks when I drive and even worse as a passenger. That feeling of not being in control. I Absolutly hate it.

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  4. UnknownApril 19, 2019 at 9:25 PM

    I'm scared of driving too I was in ::) ore than one car accident but I was in a really bad one on the interstate I was turning in my boyfriend's car and a truck hit me at 60,miles per hour the car flipped twice. I have scars on my face now (along with recent ance scars) a broken nose, and a big scar on my foot. The other person was drunk and the insurance paid for my medical bills the attorney was going ask for 10,000 for me and settle out of court but of course I didn't follow up. I wasn't high though I was in a phase of benzodiazepine withdraw and my perception was off. He was drunk so they said it was he's fault. I don't know what happen but since I quite abusing beznos I'm so scared when I drive.

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