I flew two times this weekend. 4 hours flying.

The first flight really made my heart beat superfast. I looked at the plane and started to imagine all the things, but I'm more afraid of freaking out on the plain and the sensations that arises when the pressure changes.

But I made it! I was soaked in my sweat when I arrived, both times, but I smiled like I had won a million when I got of the plane.

I actually spent 4 days in Belgium all by myself, and on a big festival. I had a panic attack the last morning, but only really fast heart beat - no feelings of fear, just that it was uncomfortable.