The more I go with Braelyn to teach her to drive the more anxiety I get. I am genuinely fearful for our lives. I so wish I had the wheel and brakes on the passenger side like they do at the Driving School. That if she were to panic and do some freak move I could save us. No, I am just helpless in the passenger seat holding onto the bar on the dash for dear life.
I think I need medication for anxiety. All I could do today was control my breathing. Deep breaths. Lots of prayer.
And on a serious note it makes me emotional that I'm the one teaching her. It was never supposed to be me. It makes me both mad and sad that her dad isn't the one doing it.
He should be the one scared for his life! jk jk
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