I just got back from a weekend trip to Atlanta. It was my first round-trip flight in about 6 months and the first trip post-SOAR. (I was white-knuckling and
panic-attacking on three trips earlier in the year.) I thought I was getting really good at the strengthening exercise - I would get so relaxed I sometimes
dozed off - and I wasn't anxious watching videos of planes in flight anymore. The anticipatory anxiety wasn't even so bad until it was time to board. I
was put on with the first group and the flight attendent was wonderful, she just let me step into the cockpit and say hi to the captains. I was crying a little
but they were super nice and understanding - showed me the planned route, told me how long they'd been flying, and told me where to expect bumps (basically
all around Atlanta since they're in the middle of a week-long monsoon right now).
Unfortunately, the crying got worse as we waited for takeoff and I when we started to accelerate I completely lost it (I think that's where I sense is the
"point of no return"). I started hyperventilating and had to use the barf bag to stop breathing so fast. A nice man came to sit in the empty seat
next to me and just talked to me the whole way - I was quivering the whole time but he did a good job of distracting me with constant conversation, even
through an hour of circling while Atlanta dealt with the backlog of flights waiting to land.
The trip back was the opposite - I was SUPER anxious and shaky waiting in the boarding area (almost tried to delay to a later flight), but after a little
elevated heart rate, heavy breathing, and sweaty hands on takeoff I calmed down and was able to actually read a magazine for the rest of the (slightly bumpy)
flight. I know it sounds like a piddly accomplishment, but I haven't been able to focus on anything other than my anxiety for more than five minutes since
this all started - getting through a magazine felt like making it to the top of a mountain!
Another thing I learned - Capt Tom isn't lying when he says weather isn't a problem. When it is, they don't fly. It rained the entire weekend in
ATL and it was comforting to see that planes can still take off and land into rain, thick clouds, and the like. I even saw lightning out my window at 34000
feet and realized how safe we were because the pilot knew to re-route us around it.
I have another trip coming up in a little over a week, with a layover this time. I am hoping they just get easier and easier.



