Thanks dCheryl
Yes, he's very supportive..we've both been through some tough times together..and I have supported him.
Aside from you guys here, I doubt I could share my situation with anyone but him. I think people think it's silly or somehow controllable...we WISH.
I will say I had an equally panic free commute home..and I can't believe how all day I felt soooo relaxed. On my lunch break I drove across the street and just sat in my car, almost fell asleep. It's interesting I've read here about *yawning* and how it's perceived it's the body's desire for more oxygen, because we are all so close to hyperventilating all the time. What I experienced today, was relaxation to the point, that I was constantly yawning..NOT because I felt tense...hmmm...how do I explain this..my body felt today like it was coming down from an andrenalyn high, so to speak. Like I had been up for days, or something similar and I finally could relax. Does that make sense? For a few seconds before I started home tonight, I toyed with the idea of risking the freeway, but didn't. Instead on my way home, because this is less stressful, I thought that when I get back to being able to drive the freeway, sometimes I want to take my alternate route just cause it's more enjoyable. And another odd thing I've noticed, is that I seem (LOL...at least for 2 commutes now) to be less in a rush, even though I could have rushed...I mean I felt confident enough..instead I chose NOT to pass the bus in front of me...and I think instinctively I am more tolerant and generous towards other drivers. Wow when something gets taken away that you take for granted and then suddenly realize what a treasure it was, it gives you an entirely different perspective!
Does that make sense? Again it's such a humbling experience. At various times in my life, I have reached out to help others. Even a gal at work has been asking for my support and it's hard, because I am so needy as well. But lately I've been more selfish...and I think if I can conquer this DEMON, I'd like to continue to support others. The stories I read of others with agoraphobia, etc breaks my heart.
I think I have it BAD...I feel ashamed when I read their heartbreaking stories about their trying to bring up kids in that sort of environment