I always miss the bike before I'm even healed up. So I guess my advice is to keep remembering what you love about it.
Unless you're really stupid, you learn from each fall. Don't think of it as fear, but knowledge.
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't still a little hinky about the trolley tracks, the shady curving descent where the black ice lurks, or the four-way stop where the Jeep didn't, but I still traverse those spots frequently.