Seconded on the pic. Just cos, you know.
I went over the handlebars coming around a corner into a rock in the middle of the track. I just didn't react fast enough & we'd ended up on Home Baked at Gisburn by accident. I went over, it all happened so slowly there was a gap before the bike hit me. Epic bruises and a still badgered elbow from that one.
For a good few rides, I ended up talking to myself while riding. Um, kind of talking myself out of bottling, encouraging myself, sorting my head out as I went, talking myself through what I was doing wrong. I focused so much on that I forgot to focus on being scared. It's distraction basically, finding some singletrack you know backwards and are totally comfy on also helps rebuild. And getting of your bike and 'gathering' yourself (using a drink or something as an excuse) isn't bottling, it's getting back on the horse but slowly. Cut yourself some slack, be gentle and patient, it will come back and it will all be a distant memory. And perhaps, some reservation is self preservation, which is healthy, you know?