Traveling is something that always causes me anxiety.
Because I knew that this trip was inviting a lot of new things into my life I was pretty excited when I found out that I qualified for assistance at the airport due to my mental illnesses.
It was a little bittersweet to send the email to ask for help and then again to call security when I arrived to the airport.
You see, to me my mental illnesses are just a part of my life. It never really occurred to me that I could receive help.
But it was also pretty difficult to admit that I needed help. What made me worthy of getting help in the first place?
I am SOOOOO glad I sent that email though!
A lovely woman met me right outside of security and helped me not feel pressure and anxiety as I was going through the security line.
I wanted to cry - it was the first time in my life that I didn’t feel like having a panic attack because of all the external pressure and chaos that surrounds you at the airport.
It was also a good thing that I made the call because I am pretty sure that if I didn’t I wouldn’t have made my flight - yay for time blindness 😒🙃
The flight was a breeze. I watched Sing 2 and was able to nap a little bit before landing in Newark.
Check back soon and I’ll update you on — Oh Newark Why Do You Hate Me….
Sharing your story about the airport is going to help so many people. I had no idea!
Can’t wait to read more!!