I got to see my therapist today. I bawled the whole time. We talked about the car accident I was in last week, and then how I coped with the anniversary of my mom's death on Friday. Basically, last week was a week from hell.

My T wants me to drive, even if it's just around the block, but it terrifies me. I don't want to drive and end up hurting someone if I pass out again (nobody knows why I passed out).

My husband doesn't want me to drive his truck and keeps commenting how much it costs to run his truck and tells the kids "we can't do that because we don't have my (his) van" He doesn't get how badly I hurt about it already and this hurts even more. I already feel like everything is my fault.

I don't even want to get out of bed anymore.