I hope you are all having a great Tuesday. I’m currently on my flight to Phoenix, AZ for Spring Break. We only have about an hour and forty five minutes left! I know it’s been a hot minute since I last posted. And I am so sorry for that. In February I got very sick for three weeks straight, and then in March it was just crazy busy. The spa that I work at started to be open on Monday’s and someone was let go, so the schedules got all messed up. So I picked up a few more shifts. I have been working like crazy. I had all these fun post ideas for Valentine’s Day and St. Patty’s Day, but I wasn’t able to find the time to sit and write it all up. I’m sorry and hopefully you all will enjoy these next few posts I’ll be sharing with you, as they are all travel related.
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So for todays blog post I thought I would start out my Spring Break Travel Series by sharing with you all about my flying anxiety. And by anxiety, I mean absolute terror. I was really hesitant to post this, because it is kind of personal but I know there are others out there with flying anxiety too.
A bit ago I read another blog post that I had found on Pinterest. It was this girl explaining her flying anxiety (terror) and the whole time I was reading it I was like “Me” “OMG ME”. I’ve had many panic attacks over flying. Both before flying or even getting on the plane and on the actual plane. I’m not going to go into too much detail of my panic attacks, as they are different for everyone and honestly quite embarrassing (especially if they happen in public; and those of you with anxiety know exactly what I’m talking about.
For me to actually get on an airplane is kind of a big deal. Before I knew how to manage it, this is pretty much how it would go. At first it would just be a pounding in my chest, and then I would start to get lightheaded, and then all hell would brake loose. I would start to fully panic and cry. And that’s all before I could even get on the plane. Once I was on the plane, it was still all like all of hell had broken loose. I’m sorry if you were ever on a plane with me before, because I was like that annoying baby that always cry’s the whole flight. Before we could even take off, I probably would’ve already used the washroom, because ya know nervous pee is totally a thing. Then I would sit next to my Dad in the aisle seat, because that’s where I feel safest. And I would get my blanket out and literally have a white knuckled grasp on my Dad’s arm. Like if he moved just a hair I would freak out. And this was all before we even started to taxi. Once we started down the runway to take off, I seriously thought I was going to pass out. Once, I tried looking out the window, that was a bad idea, LOL. Then normally once we got up there I was okay. Unless there was turbulence, tell I was panicking again. As for landing, I love it! It’s my favorite part! Only because I know I’m coming back to the group again. And it feels as though you’re going down a giant slide.
I totally forgot to mention that I’ve been going on a plane at least once a year for like my entire life. That’s at least 20 flights, but most likely more. So flying in an airplane is not like this crazy new thing I’ve never done before. I’ve been on many different planes, many different times.
As for how I manage this fear of flying, I do a lot to help me prepare. About a week or so out I try and visualize myself in the airport, walking to my gate, walking down the tunnel to the plane, stepping onto the plane, sitting in my seat, putting my seat belt on, and then taxing, and then taking off, and being in an airplane for long amounts of time. I do this about once a day for a week leading up to my flight. The first few days it’ll make me very anxious, but then after a few days the anxiety narrows down, a lot. I also do deep breathing and meditation. Both great stress and anxiety relievers. I do the deep breaths about twice a day, once in the morning and then again at night.
Then, on the day of the flight, I’m doing a lot of deep breathing and relaxation techniques to help calm myself down. About 30 minutes to an hour I take an anti-anxiety medication (nope, not saying which one. Your doctor can help you with that). This is life changing and a huge help. During this flight I was calm. I mean I still got nervous for take off and I still held onto my Dad’s arm. But I DID NOT have a death grip on him or the arm rest. I did cry a bit, but nothing like I normally do. Once we took off and we got up off the ground a bit I was actually able to look out of the window and not feel as thought I was going to pass out. I was also able to enjoy the flight. My dad and I watched Parks & Rec for a bit, I listened to music, I actually slept for once. Like I was knocked out cold. Leg room is still a problem for us tall people, but hey at least I was able to actually get on and fly the 3 hrs. & 45 mins from Chicago to Phoenix. And without really having any problems at all!
I told my parents, “OMG I could fly anywhere anytime now!” Hopefully after a while, and when I start to fly more frequently I won’t have to take medication anymore!
Go over and check Kenzie (I believe her name is)!! She wrote about how she had gotten over her fear of flying. She inspired this post, as well as for me to get over my fear of flying. http://www.wanderingkenzie.com/cured-fear-flying/
I hope if you have flying anxiety this helped you a bit, or at least made you feel like you’re not the only one with flying anxiety.
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