Have you ever swallowed a bag of rocks?
That is how I felt driving alone on the highway.
My memories were replaced with sweaty and irrational thoughts.
My brain began to fill with self-doubting questions such as; Would I fall asleep and wake up in a pool of blood? Did I have the ability to drive my first car off the lot without causing chaos?
Hour one: Pending Persistent Panic
My first journey to Farrell, Pennsylvania was originally an hour and forty minutes however, I turned this trip into a three-hour, rain-filled panic attack.
Twenty minutes into the drive, I pulled to the side of the road to call family members and notify them of my travels. After the safety call, I merged onto road as the clouds continued to gather and darken in the sky.
Hour Two: PANIC AT THE PINNACLE
At the pinnacle of my panic,
I found myself driving between two sixteen wheeler trucks in the fast lane.In this hour didn’t remember if other cars were the on the road. The humongous trucks were blocking my view.
My nervousness grew thicker every time the rain drops heavily splattered against my windows.
Suddenly, my phone alarm began to ring. It startled me.
I attempted to reach out and turn it off but, accidentally bumped the windshield wiper handle.
I couldn’t grasp control of the windshield wipers. Eventually I gave up and manually pulled the handle. I wiped each flooding moment of fear away.
Which malfunction should I fix in the pouring Pennsylvania rain?
Hour Three: Panic Reaches Its Destination
After the rain slowed down and I stopped manhandling the windshield wipers. I finally saw the road more clearly and felt motivated to move into the other lane.
I pulled to the side to turn off the timer and breathe. I relaxed my heavy arms and merged myself onto road.
After reaching my destination, I couldn’t sleep for two days.
The lesson I learned through after driving alone on the highway: I can do anything I put my mind to.
Thank you to everyone that helped me put anxiety aside and get home safely.
GIFS are from Tenor.