[Liam]

I was in a nasty car accident 31 years ago; one night, a drunk driver left his lane and hit the car I was a passenger in. Being right behind the driver, my Father, I could see what was happening, and was helpless to do anything about it. I spent some time in the hospital—not how I wanted to spend my Christmas break. I did seek help from a therapist, because I did not want to drive at all, at first, and as a result, I gave myself permission to not drive at night, for about six months. I no longer have panic attacks, although if it looks like someone is driving toward me, in my lane, it does give me a start, and I think that is normal.