On my sweet sixteenth birthday, I was excited to finally feel like I was growing up, like I was getting out of the morbid years that had been my fourteenth and fifteenth (you should see my diary from those years!) and that I was in my last year of high school, finally feeling like I belonged somewhere and wasn’t floating between friends and work trying to be what people wanted me to be. I had a lot to look forward to, but one thing that I most certainly wasn’t looking forward to, was getting my Learner’s driver's licence. So many people ask me why I hate driving, what scares me about it, what is it that makes me sick to my stomach about getting behind the wheel.. Well, here I am going to try and explain how it feels to be petrified of something that is so simple to most other people. It is also going to be handy to have some point of reference to show others who question my seemingly ridiculous fear as I have never really documented what it is about ...
The diary (ramblings) of an anxious Mum.