As far back as I can remember, I have been … well … a reluctant flyer, at best. And a terrified flyer, often. The logical argument of how safe flying is, statistically speaking, did nothing to calm my nerves during even the slightest turbulence.

When Alaina and I returned from the DNRS in-person seminar, I began employing the program myself. It began as a way to show solidarity with Alaina as she was undertaking the Herculean effort of retraining her brain. And the thing that I could most closely relate to the ‘fight or flight’ response was my fear of flying.

Almost immediately I realized that my fear of flying was actually PTSD – a form of neuro-immune conditioned syndrome. You see, my VERY FIRST MEMORY EVER was from the age of three, when my mother and I took a small commuter flight from Wilkes Barre to Philadelphia, and the flight was extremely turbulent. I can still recall seeing the face of the co-pilot (it was a small plane, open to the pilots) looking back with concern to see if we and all the businessmen were okay. 

It was an epiphany to realize that all these years, my limbic system had just been trying to protect me. Once I made the connection, it was even easier to employ DNRS to help dramatically reduce my anxiety about flying. Last March, family obligations put me on six planes in two weeks … and they were the most relaxed flights I have ever experienced.