I have recently gotten my drivers licence. At 26 years old this comes late. Fighting my anxiety every step of the way. The last test I failed because of a panic attack. The thought of a man sitting in the car alone with me, judging me, scared me. Failing hurt, It felt like I had fallen back to the time I refused to leave my house. It hurt because i let myself be hurt. I was tired of crying, and tired of being tired.
So with the help of my loving mother I renewed my permit. I then set another date for the test. I could feel my anxiety attack me ever step of the way. Despite the anxiety however, I passed. I was shocked, I did not even know how to react. I may still feel the weight, but I want to move forward. Perhaps sometimes moving forward will cause you take a step back, but forward I go.