It was already dark. Narrow village roads, sharp bends, no streetlights. Normally, it’s an easy drive. But that night, everything felt wrong. Every turn felt too fast, too tight. My mind wasn’t on the road. It was somewhere else, stuck in panic.
I should not have been driving. I knew that. But I still got behind the wheel.
I saw a sharp left turn coming, but... I didn’t react properly. Everything just happened at once. The next thing I remember is the impact... After that — nothing. 😔
I woke up in hospital. Bright lights, noise, people around me. My anxiety hit instantly. I couldn’t think clearly. I didn’t understand what was happening. It felt like waking up into another nightmare.
Later, I found out I had a head injury and three broken bones. My body hurt, my face was bruised, and even breathing felt heavy.
I had promised my friend I would give her a lift in the morning. Instead, I was calling her from a hospital bed, hours after I was meant to pick her up.She was worried. Of course she was. But more than anything, she was just glad I was alive. Broken bones didn’t matter. The bruises didn’t matter. Because the truth is — this could have ended very differently.
Anxiety didn’t just make me feel bad that night. It affected my decisions. It put me in real danger. And that’s the part people don’t talk about enough. We say “it’s just anxiety” like it’s something small. But it’s not always small. Sometimes it pushes you into choices you shouldn’t make. Sometimes it puts you in situations you can’t control anymore.
Now I’m lying here, dealing with the consequences. Pain, shock, and the realisation of how close this was to something worse. I don’t have a perfect lesson here. Just this — if you’re not okay, don’t push through something like driving. It’s not worth it.
Sometimes stopping is the safer choice.
Even if your mind is telling you to just get it over with. 💔