My fear of flying ended yesterday and I'm still now sure how or why. No drugs; no dread; no certainty of death. Once upon a time every change in vibration or flicker of the lights drove me to grasp the hand rests. Every acceleration or deceleration spelled doom. Flying is to me what it used to be: fun, amazing, and annoying all at once. It's good to be back.
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