Another travel is coming, and my anxiety goes up. Ok, hello, my old friend, never liked you, but can live with you now.

I don’t fear flights, I don’t have any other phobias connected to trips.

I’m anxious simply by fact of travel, because my standard state is to be in control, and there are so many little things that could go wrong. If we go deeper, being in control is heart of the problem for many cases. I’m learning to let go of control, but it’s not a fast switch.

I’m anxious by multiple checks, and anything that can go wrong on the path. But many times I traveled, many times I was in not very pleasant situations, but there were never any catastrophes. Some fears are real, but exaggerated.

I’m anxious because I’m anxious man in general.

It’s so common, that I can easily notice when it’s starting. Before I was not so aware of my emotions, and this was some sort of test for me and my closer ones, especially for them. My emotions just changed, annoyance and irritation walked in the room, and I did not understand what’s going on. Ok, rationally I could explain but there was no connection to emotional part, which was out of control in days like this. Rational explanation could give minutes of clear mind, but behavior in general didn’t change – we are emotional creatures, after all.

Stoicism helps, especially the part about negative visualization, – most fears are groundless or have so insignificant consequences, so they become easy to discard. Allocated time to worry, another psychological trick, also helps.

It’s my personality, travels and trips are not the only trigger, so you try to do something with it just to not suffer. I tried to fight it, but the best strategy was acceptance, giving some freedom to these thoughts. Integrate it as part of my personality, the thing that makes me myself.