Facing a fear: a lesson in self-acceptance.

high trees & sunshine

This year I faced one of my biggest fears… heights.

We were on a family holiday & had booked the kids on to one of those tree-top aerial adventures.  My husband had been due to complete this with them, but rather inconveniently for me (maybe not so much for him) he’d hurt his ankle beforehand and was unable to take part.  

I had two choices, cancel the activity & face the look of disappointment on my kids faces or suck it up, strap on the safety-gear and make like Tarzan.  From the picture, you can guess which option I chose.  

All ready to go and face my fear of heights. Alex Grace

Taking an exceptionally deep breath, the kids & I began the climb… 

With every stair we climbed up (this was before we even reached the tree tops)  I could feel the increasing shakiness in my legs, the clamminess of my palms, the anxiousness in my throat. 

I saw my increasingly shrinking husband wave to me from below, a look of total knowing on his face for what I was going through.   

To be honest,  I was actually quite shocked about how I was feeling…  

I’d had a good pep-talk with myself, shifted into my best positive mindset, reasoned that I was perfectly safe.  But something was taking over in a very physical way.  

Despite the mask of bravado I was attempting to display, one of the staff cottoned on to my extreme nervousness.  Very kindly they offered to complete the course with us and then led the kids confidently over the first obstacle.  A rope bridge between two trees.  

Tree-top bridges to navigate across made me face my fear
Tree-top bridges

I could barely hear the shouts of excitement from my daughter over the pounding of my heart in my ears as I took my first step onto the bridge.  In fact seeing her waiting for me on the small treetop platform was making my nerves (and the pressure on me) multiply.  

As I reached the first tree, rather than feel triumphant, there was an overwhelming urge to cry. I hugged the tree for all its worth, as I watched the staff member whip over the next couple of obstacles with the kids.  

Feeling really lightheaded (that’s what happens when you forget to breathe) I attempted to cross to the next tree…

Crossing on a tightrope with only a single rope above you to hold onto.  As you can probably guess, it was very wobbly.  I made it across but I had completely lost control.  That’s when they told me about the zip-wire

I froze.

Holding on tight to the tree as I was exceptionally scared to be us there
I’m literally hugging trees here!

Cries of encouragement were thrown across to me by my kids & the staff member.  I was willing myself to take that step of faith, to show my family what I could do despite being scared.  

I just couldn’t.  

Maybe if it had all been rope obstacles, I could have done it, just maybe.  But a zip-wire was a challenge too far – being asked to step off a platform into thin air with only the harness to carry me.  And as I stared across into my daughter’s disappointed face, I admitted defeat.  

It felt like the longest journey back to the ground.  The feelings of fear didn’t immediately dissipate.  I was still shaky and anxious, plus now I got to add feelings of shame and failure too.  It didn’t matter how many positive & well-meaning things I was told once back on earth, I was too overwhelmed to let them sink in.    

After an initial ‘What? Mummy you’re quitting?’ my kids merrily completed the course with the amazing member of staff, and for good measure finished with a thrilling descent from the tree-tops across a large lake on a zip wire like it was nothing.  They were awesome and I was so proud of them.   They were also very supportive of me.   

But I on the other hand…

Well, yes I was disappointed in myself at the time. However, a little while later, I saw it as an opportunity to learn.

As part of coming to accept myself – warts & all – I accepted this time, whilst physically capable, I wasn’t mentally capable. 

And do you know what else I came to accept? I was being overly hard on myself.  I mean come on… despite a long history of being very scared of heights I had put on the safety gear, I had climbed those steps, I did give it a go.  And I did the best I was capable of in that moment.  

We’re all human.  We all have fears.  

Sometimes we can push past them and sometimes we might require some extra help.  And that’s OK.

I faced a fear and although it didn't go to plan, I'm still feeling a lot happier now
Feeling a lot happier now (even though it didn’t go to plan!)

Facing our fears is scary, that’s why they’re called fears.  The important thing is that we tried.  Maybe on each attempt, we only move one step forward, but that’s one step further forward than we were.  

Does this mean I’ll be rushing up to the treetops, facing a fear again anytime soon? 

Probably not, but that doesn’t mean I never will.  I’ll just be more sensible in setting the circumstances in which I attempt it again.  And this time – whether I complete it or not – I’ll be a lot more kinder & supportive to myself for trying.

I hope you will be too.

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14 thoughts on “Facing a fear: a lesson in self-acceptance.

  1. You did ace going as far as you did. I couldn’t. But I do want to challenge myself with heights. Just not that way. I will, when opportunity arises, just go on a small version of the London Eye. But it’s not anytime soon. But when I do, I will share about it on my blog.

  2. Ohhh Alex I share your fear of heights, its awful isnt it! You did so well. I physically lose the strength in my legs and go dizzy. My fear becomes a real physical thing. I hate it. I did a skydive a few years back to get over the fear….it did not work hahah! I also have a crippling fear of spider and have been known to actually vomit in panic. I have not even tried to address that one……..

    1. How the heck did you jump out of a plane??!! You are SO brave! Yes, fear can take over physically can’t it – although I knew I was safe, I didn’t feel I was safe because of the reaction I was having – if that makes sense? Poor you about the spiders, thankfully (although horrible for you) it’s not a fear that will inhibit your life on a daily basis, which is why I’m not rushing to address the heights anytime soon either xxx

  3. As a person who is extremely afraid of heights, I was rooting for you!! I will tell you that as I have gotten older, I have taken little steps too and I have told my kids that I would go zip-lining. We shall see …

      1. I will – there was talk of it if we go to Costa Rica next year and I would have to keep up with my kids and my mother. My mom went sky-diving at 75 and wants to go again. I want to meet that challenge! xo

  4. I greatly admire you for this Alex. Not keen on heights myself; it’s liberating to ‘feel the fear and do it anyway’.

  5. Alex – absolutely you shouldn’t give yourself a hard time about this. You did enough – more than enough. You gave it your best shot and that’s all you could want from yourself. I just admire your bravery in the first place and your honesty – and for showing that it’s okay to have fears in the first place! (Mine’s the pitch black!) xx

    1. That’s really kind of you to say Lauretta, thank you. Ah OK, the pitch black – does that mean you sleep with some form of light in the room, or is it more total darkness? xx

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