I've never flown by myself. I've flown with my dog multiple times, twice with my sister, and once with an ex. I've flown two-hours from Tallahassee to Miami and once flew to Chicago, another two-hour flight. What might seem like a quick flight for some actually feels like a lifetime for me.
I hate flying. I'd rather drive eight hours in traffic than hop on a plane. The mere thought of a flight gives me nightmares days before I'm due to take off. Flying solo, especially, gives me all sorts of anxiety.
I've just flown from Tallahassee to Houston by myself, which doesn't sound like much, but this was the ultimate test for me.
These are the 11 thoughts running through my mind and the minds of every other anxious flyer.