I remember the first time I heard the phrase exposure therapy. I was sitting in a coffee shop with a friend, desperately explaining why I avoided driving over bridges — something that had quietly taken over more areas of my life than I’d ever realized. She nodded and said, “That sounds like something exposure therapy…
There was a time when I couldn’t even sit through a flight without breaking into a cold sweat. The fear wasn’t logical — I knew planes were safe — but my body didn’t seem to care. That’s the thing with phobias: they hijack reason, replacing it with dread. Whether it’s spiders, public speaking, or flying,…
I still remember the first time someone casually mentioned “exposure therapy” to me. I’d just confessed how my fear of flying had basically taken over my life. I wasn’t traveling, wasn’t visiting family, and even turning down work gigs. That suggestion—exposure therapy—sounded intense at the time. Like, why would I willingly do the very thing…