Long-kept stupid phobia
Guess what? I have this fear of the open water.
I blame it on a childhood trauma. I won’t spill much here, but bottomline is since then I never learned how to swim.
That’s why last year’s birthday snorkeling in Cebu was a feat for me. I enjoyed it immensely. I vowed that this would be my first step in conquering my phobia.
So I prepared myself for another snorkeling in Galera. But it wasn’t what I expected it to be.
Instead of getting another step away from my phobia, it lashed back at me while in the water (30 feet, yeah). There were some factors then that triggered (again) my trauma. But thanks to my friends who were there, I made it through, and now I’m still alive.
I still feel shaky when I remember what happened there. But I still want to overcome this phobia. It’s ridiculous. I plan, next time, to go snorkeling again. Someday, where the waters are calm and I have companions who can teach me how to swim. Or a better diving master and boatmen, probably.
