There are ways to overcome things by yourself, if you put the proper effort into it and have the proper tools and/or guidance.
We all experience some sorts of traumatic experiences in our lifetime. They can be anything from the death of a pet, to a school shooting, to just watching a scary movie that haunts our nightmares.
When I was in high school, I was in a 3-car accident on I-4 outside of Orlando, Florida. I had left my parent's house without telling them to go to the beach with my friends. We never made it to the beach. I am lucky to even be alive. I am also lucky that I didn't receive any injuries. It truly was a miracle.
I may have left that accident without any physical injuries, but I left with a lot of emotional ones. The next time I drove on a highway, I cried and cried and had to get off immediately. I was on my way to get my Senior portraits done, and I was a mess by the time I got there. Every time I was in the passenger seat of anyone's car, which is where I was sitting during the time of the accident, and I saw a person move even just slightly to the left into our lane, I freaked out and would immediately grab onto the door and the chair. This is what I did when we got into the accident, and this is what I did for years afterwards because I was so afraid of it happening again. For months I had nightmares of a red car coming at me, which is the one thing I remember from the accident, a red car just feet from hitting my side of the car as we were perpendicular to the road and crashed into a black pick-up truck.
As you can tell, I still remember this accident vividly. I experienced a lot of symptoms of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. I was never officially diagnosed, nor did I ever receive any professional help for it, but I tried my best to help myself.
I taught myself deep breathing techniques. I tried to change my train of thought to that not everyone that moves a millimeter to the left is going to swerve into your lane and cause a wreck. I traveled to Europe after graduating college and took the scariest taxi ride of my life with a French taxi driver that spoke no English driving 120 km per hour. I think that in that moment I was more scared of ever being in a car that American drivers no longer worried me, so when I came back to the States my anxiety and stress seemed immensely diminished.
Why did I go on this long rant about my own PTSD? Perhaps you have gone through something traumatic, some type of crisis, and maybe right now don't feel comfortable getting help yourself. I wanted to provide you with a self-help guide that has been shared with me at my internship site. You can find it and print it out here: