I've always had a massive fear of flying after a really bad flight over the Bay of Bengal 2 years ago. Since then I have flown but don't enjoy it. Since becoming an anxiety sufferer I have point blank refused to fly. Well, last week I managed to get myself to London, go through security at Gatwick and get on the plane with no problems at all. So far so good. Then we had the most awful turbulent take-off you can imagine. The plane was full of big Scottish blokes coming back from the Scotland-Belgium game and most of them had their heads in their hands. The guy beside me thought he was going to throw up and no-one was allowed out of their seats until 45 mins in.
So the success part is that I got through the airport and on the plane without a care. The failure is that I'm never flying again. Period.