How do you go in a plane and not throw up everywhere and cry? You’re putting your life in the hands of a pilot you’ve (most likely) never met, and relying on a big metal bird like machine thingy to safely get you to your destination. My anxiety could never. Maybe, just maybe, someone just needs to smack the shit out of me and help me realize that “it’s not as bad as I think it is” But I don’t think thats the case.