I once tried to make a left turn across a small bridge going too fast while it was raining. It didn't help that there was gravel all over the road. Needless to say, my car went out of control and when I awoke my two front tires were hanging off the bridge, about 45 feet above some train tracks.
I still occasionally have nightmares about it, but I put it behind me almost immediately. My attitude was, "I could of died, but I didn't. I'm not going to dwell on it." I didn't have any euphoria afterwards.