fear of flying
For the first time in a long time, I find myself afraid of flying. I have to go to San Francisco next week, Sept 9-12, and I'm weirded out by the proximity of my travel to September 11. I know it's just a date and security will be really high, but I still find myself breathing shallowly and on the edge of a panic attack.
Can anyone help provide some rational counterpoint to my deranged imaginings? I'm less worried about hijackers than about surface-to-air missiles, bombs, biological attacks on major cities like the one I'll be in, etc.
And I'm less worried about my safety for my sake than for what it would do to my mom and Ratbastid if I died. My mom would be a basket case, having just lost my brother, and I don't like to think about Ratbastid having to grieve me. Tears me up. I know I'm just borrowing trouble, worrying about something that hasn't happen and in reality is unlikely to happen, but I can't get it out of my head, it's so awful.
Help!
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