My wife struggles with severe car anxiety, and sometimes it turns into full panic attacks. The sound of an engine starting or the sudden movement of traffic can make her chest tighten and her breathing spiral out of control. Despite this, we’re in a situation where we truly need a car. Our jobs are too far away, and public transport is unreliable. Every day, the question hangs in the air: how can we move forward when the very thing we need is also the thing she fears the most? She admits she’s scared, but she also says she doesn’t want her panic to define our lives. I promise her we’ll take small steps quiet roads, short rides, breaks whenever she needs them. It won’t be easy. There will be difficult moments, and probably more panic along the way. But one thing is certain: we’ll face it together. And maybe, mile by mile, she’ll find not just a way to travel—but a way to heal.