So I hate flying. Haven’t flown in over 10yrs. I stopped flying right around the time I developed panic/anxiety attacks. While they have bothered me over the years, I have managed to overcome them and lead a somewhat normal life. No medications, no more therapy etc…
But the one thing I haven’t been able to do is fly. I have tried, and cancelled dozens of times. In that 10yrs I have since gotten married, and now have a 2yr old girl. My flying issue has impacted all of our travel plans from our honeymoon to summer vacations. My wife used to live overseas and has travelled extensively in her life.
Until we had our child, if a trip came up she would simply go (at my strongest urgings) with a friend or family member. Now with a child, it’s a whole different story.
Aside from the panic I feel with the thought of flying, I’m about 100% convinced the next plane I get on will be falling out of the sky in a large fireball. Of course, none of the flights I cancelled ever crashed, but still my thoughts persist.
So now we have a trip to Miami scheduled for this Sunday. I’m both excited and scared to hell about this. On the one hand, I would love to get away and have a good time (never been to Miami), but on the other hand… it’s a freakin plane taking us there and back. Assuming I can get on the plane, I know that while I’m down there I will just be worrying about the trip back. And that will impact me, and those around me and probably make for a worse trip for all of us.
My wife told me that if I dont wanna fly, I can take a train down. Long trip that way, but I think I could handle that. But the thought of my wife and child getting on plane without me, is just not something I can envision. God forbid something did happen on that plane, and I was on a train instead!! (yes, im a bit of a wack job)
At the same time getting on the plane with them and having something bad happens keep runing through my head and makes the whole thing even harder!!
So, if I take a train while my family flies… how much of a wuss am I? I mean, im a 35yr old male, great job, good life, perfect wife and baby Shouldn’t that be enough to get me on that stupid plane? If it’s not, does it make me less of a “man”?
I need the brutal honesty that only this place can give me!