Today we flew back home. In the evening, i was crying again, feeling the anxiety creep in once more. In the airport, i felt week and anxious, again nauseous and unable to eat normally, but doable. We flew home and had the worst landing i have ever done... Swinging upon approach, bouncing on the runway and going so fast we almost ended up in the grass. But even with all that, i didnt faint, or vomit, or had anything happed i was afraid of! Yes, i was shaking like crazy, thinking i was surely about to die right then and there, but we are fine, and now my parents are driving me home after dropping of my partner at his parent's house (he has to work very early tomorrow...) Now i can take some time to be proud of all i did and let the remaining stress and fear flow away.
