I thought I share this post because it makes me laugh a little of how silly it is, but hey! My most fun times turned into my most fear times.
Every since I was a kid, I loved themed parks! Roller coasters?! Oh yes, I can ride them over and over again. But once I got diagnosed with Anxiety, the thought of an adrenaline rush and the feeling of my stomach dropping makes me run for the hills! I mean, I have to be crazy to ensue this feelings on myself that I'm trying to overcome.
So, where do I meet in the middle? I don't know. I guess I will settle for the big tea cups at Disneyland 🤷🏾♀️🤦🏾♀️