I was doing so good. I finally found the medication that worked. I was seeing my therapist on a regular basis &amp; I even had my first appointment with a psychiatrist that really nailed down some diagnoses for me. It took almost a year to get to this point. Thursday, I was in a serious car accident, where I rolled my car and could have died- but managed to walk away with a few bumps and bruises. I feel like I have taken a million steps back on my recovery &amp; I'm so mad and disappointed. It almost takes me back to when my anxiety first got bad after my mom died 5 years ago. However there is a silver lining in this situation that I'm slowly realizing- I didn't have to tools I have now 5 years ago, I didn't have the support system and I didn't have the will &amp; spirit that this journey has given me. Yes, I feel like I've taken steps back, but maybe this will propel me like an arrow right into where I need to be.