The fear of flying

It is a celebration and a miracle that I could walk in (almost) a straight line whenever I get of a plane. Yesterday 12/819 was no different.

I was glad that I sat at the back of the plane as this gave me a bit of time to gather my thoughts before disembarking.

I was so unsettled on this flight and to cap it off … the mother of 2 sitting by my side was also suffering from my condition… we were both jumping… screaming and shaking at the same time… no one to console either of us…. her husband was sitting with the children minding his business…. my son was on my other side… feeling sorry for me… my daughter was sat behind oblivious to my situation…

It is indeed by God’s grace that we go up and come down safely. The anxiety is real. The flight itself was full of screaming and crying children. Babies and children galore…. Gosh. Crawling and running down the aisle. In the grand scheme of things, at some point I was grateful for the noisy distraction. However it did irritate me that once the seat belt sign went off (it did this several times), there was this stamped to get out of seats. The toilet flushed a thousand times….. OMG

The family in front of me had two boys under the age of 3. It brought back vivid memories for me. I actually applauded them at the end of the flight. They were on duty throughout the 4 hour flight. The younger son simply refused to sleep. It was his first flight…. OMG

I really thank God for a safe trip. I can still hear the noise, crying babies and flushing toilets. I guess I am traumatised.

All in all God delivered us all safely to our destination.👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾 let me go and blog this…. 🙈