Facing My Fear Of Heights!

Facing Fear, One Step at a Time

Since I can remember, I have lived with a deep fear of heights. It has shaped what I avoided, what I talked myself out of, and the limits I placed on my own body. Over the years, I have tried to meet that fear in small ways, sometimes with tears, sometimes with laughter, often with both. Progress has never been neat or confident, but it has been real.

Climbing the Brisbane Story Bridge was not about being fearless. It was about showing up anyway. Step by step, breath by breath, I learned that fear does not disappear when you challenge it, but it can loosen its grip. This climb was a reminder that growth often looks shaky from the outside, and that doing something while afraid still counts as doing something brave.