I Was Scared To Fly After 10 Years!

I Was Scared To Fly After 10 Years!

This is the very first post that I am writing for the blog whilst in San Diego but let me be completely honest. I am actually sitting down at the airport writing this post because my Mum and I arrived a few hours early and I needed something to do. I was thinking of what kind of post I wanted to write and this topic just randomly came to mind. So, I guess that I wanted to share this specific topic with you all because let’s face it there are some people who have actually never actually been on a airplane before. 

A few months ago….I think I mentioned that I was taking or took ( past tense and what not ) an impromptu trip to California ( San Diego ) alone because of a family emergency. Now here is the tricky part because I, myself am not sure what happened or what triggered it. I could honestly blame it on the Iced Caramel Soy Latte that I purchased from Starbucks and drank right before boarding that triggered my panic attack or it could be the fact that I was flying alone after never flying for 10 years. This is where it gets a little tricky. I actually flew the year before with my Mum to San Diego and I was fine. So, who bloody knows. All I know is….I wasn’t happy and nothing besides sleeping could help me.

This is actually one of those posts where I tell you that there are actually some amazing and kindhearted people in the world. Something that a little part of me lost faith in. Why? Because sometimes being a genuine kindhearted person can turn around and bite you in the ass. I have recently learned that the hard way. Anyways, I am not going to get into that story right now. Why? Well I feel like I am going slightly off track and I wouldn’t want this post to be any longer than it actually is going to be.

Ahem. Like I was saying…I had a slight panic attack. Okay, maybe saying slight is a little under reaction. It was huge. It started at the airport before I boarded. I just felt my heart beating extremely fast like I was going to pass out. I called my Mum and she tried to calm me down which didn’t work. After my first layover flight…I was panicking even more. I ended up throwing up 3 times on the flight, crying and I couldn’t stop shaking. There was a very nice lady who was sitting in front of me turned around and she held my hand and helped me level my breathing. I was sitting in between 2 older gentlemen who were checking up on me throughout the flight. 

I was so thankful for them and the flight attendant who made her duty to check up on me and make sure that I was comfortable. She was the real MVP to be honest. I couldn’t thank her enough for the ginger ale to try and calm my stomach and my soul. 

This is my third time flying to San Diego…and this time was better. I didn’t panic and I was actually able to somewhat sleep ( which only means that I was placed next to a crying, kicking, head butting ). I personally think that I am ready to fly alone since I am getting used to it.

Thank you for allowing me to share this little short story with you all. There will be another blog post up today ( even though I posted this around 3 am San Diego time ). I wonder what wonderful story I will be sharing with you guys this time! 

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