Obstacles

I'm faced with a couple of them.

One, a possible misdiagnosis. I'm still ball and chained to comfortable places in my own home with the bathroom nearby, hence why my new little space has had a snail-like start. Please bear with me.

Two, more anxiety plaguing my original amount of anxiety about experiencing my first ever flight on June 1st to Düsseldorf, Germany. You may or may not have already clicked on to the recent event that I'm talking about. Flight 4U9525. I've been watching this story unfold for the past couple of days and the current conclusion of the fatal crash has left me completely stunned. Unstable mental health. It hits a bit too close to home for me, as I have a history of depression myself. I don't mind sharing that little bit of delicate information about me. Hiding my illness from my employer is something I, with great regret, used to do. It took an employer to figure me out and talk to me about the very dangers of doing that. The news headlines only further magnifies the meaning behind his words. Since then, I learned my valuable lesson and now I don't hide it from anyone. The benefits of not having to pretend anymore was a little part of the "cycle breaker" in itself, for me. I've not experienced a depressive episode for almost two years now but for some it was a little too late. To be fully honest, I do hold a tiny slither of sympathy for the co-pilot, for I know what it's like to feel like you have to hide to live a normal life. But I am with the majority of people who believe that it does not, in any shape or form, justify the unnecessary ending of 149 lives. It never will, God rest their souls.

I'm flying with Germanwings in June. I still have faith in these guys to serve me well for my very first flight experience. I wish the entire aviation family well. Look after them.