It was actually a pretty bad experience for me at first. I had to wait for maybe an hour and a half before going down? I was in a group of people.

It was alright at first, but soon I started getting a headache. Took a painkiller, it didn’t work. I started feeling sick. I went into a panic attack, I must confess! XD

I had this tiny little bag with me; putting it on sitting down was something I couldn’t even manage, and standing up sent me reeling.

However, at some point, I just forced myself to stand up, and got clipped in. I don’t even know how I did it.

But I got ready, went to the edge, and just lent back. Put the weight on the rope. Closed my eyes. And everything poofed-

All the pain, all the fear, all the tears.

I was 300m above sea level, about to abseil down 60/70m off a cliff, and I wasn’t afraid. I could look around, and I saw some of the most incredible views I’ve ever seen.

Somehow, going down, I knew how much rope to let through; where to put my feet, what to do.

All that pain was in my head.

I’m stronger then I thought.

More capable then I thought.

Sometimes we just have to take action.

Sometimes we just have to move.