Thanks y'all I'm calmed down now the panic is over. I don't know where it came from out of the blue today. I decided to apply what I've learned the past almost 7 years and accepted the feelings first off instead of trying to fight them. Along with taking some deep breaths as suggested (thank you!) and saying out loud to myself the things y'all said mainly the part about surely they'd have called me by now if they didn't have the car back. As I sat here allowing myself to feel what I felt I also envisioned my feelings as a river running through me and let the panic feelings flow right on through and away. As I felt them subside I realized something. The fact that I was 1200 miles from home and driving a rental car in the first place means that I'm getting out and living my life. Right? When I first started seeing ex-t I was working at home for a different company and rarely leaving my house for anything. I was pretty much a hermit hiding from the world.

And you know what else? Stuff's gonna happen when you're living your life. Including stressful things and panic attacks. And since I refuse to go back to hiding from the world, I'm going to choose to be grateful for the good parts of the whole experience: no one was hurt, the other driver admitted fault to the cop, and the cop and the tow truck driver were both really kind. The rest is just details and money and I am stronger than I used to be and I got this.

It'll be awhile before I'm ready to rent a car again though...