For some reason I want to tell you all about the scariest night of my life. I don’t know why I feel the need to discuss this today, because I am in a wonderful mood. I don’t know why I even want to talk about it on my blog… nor do I know why I want to travel down that very dark memory lane… Something is telling me that I have to talk about this today though… I just don’t know why.
I think I want your thoughts, opinions, and suggestions.
Maybe it is also because this night is the reason I always wear my seat belt and I always tell people in the car with me to wear theirs too.
Do you wear your seatbelt?
I really want you to comment if you have ever experienced something like this. Sometimes I feel like a huge baby and get embarrassed for freaking out while in the car with someone I don’t really know. Is there anyone out there who struggles with anxiety from a past experience? If so, how do you cope with your feelings? Is there any way that I can ever get over this?