I’m flying tomorrow, and I’m terrified. I saw my therapist today luckily, so we were able to talk it through. I was able to picture it one step at a time.
A friend will pick me up to take me to the airport. I’ll check in at the counter. I only have one carry-on bag since it’s a short stay. I’ll make my way through security.
Argh. Security. That raises fears in itself. I am only taking enough medication for the two days, and I’ve put them in one pill bottle. The little bottle is a mixture of medicine. If they open it, there will be some surprise, or maybe there won’t be any surprise. Perhaps, they’ve seen it all.
Perhaps, my fears of x-rays and beeping machines and being told to “stand over here, please” and hearing the question “Is this your bag?” are all nonsense. My magnificent magnifying mind fears being singled out, searched, and found wanting. I am simply afraid.
Interestingly, before my diagnosis, I flew a lot internationally. I had a high status on an airline’s frequent flier program, and I often sat in a class other than economy. I took everything in stride.
Then came 9/11 followed a year later by my breakdown and diagnosis. The world shattered, and my world shattered with it.
But I’ve done in this writing just what my therapist warned me against. I’ve lost my concentration on the next step. Breathe.
Ah, the next step, or as I hear often in the rooms of A.A., “the next right step.” So, I will make it through the security checks, I’m sure. My fears will prove unfounded, however real they feel now.
Next I’ll find a seat in the waiting area, board the plane, fly, arrive, go to my hotel, and find some dinner.
All will be well.
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You’ll do great! (One small thing: I take multiple bottles of medication with me when I travel and they don’t blink an eye. Seriously.)
One step at a time. You’re gonna rock it. The li’l airport here is a very good place to do this.