GO FOR GODS SAKE WOMAN !!!!
The thing about DP is that it chains us to our fear, shivering under the weight of our misery. Look at it this way, what have you got lose ? If you stay home, DP and your co-dependancy issuses win again. If you go, you've given DP one more punch in the face and, heavens, you might even enjoy yourself, and even take a step on the road to recovery. Sure, you might
panic, but then again, you might have a wonderful time. If fact, I'm sure you will. Life is for living, not for worring about what might
happen. Easier said than done, I know, but the choice is very simple sweetheart. Go and have a great time with the girls, get hideously drunk, dance on tables, flirt with men, dress up silly.......LIVE !
What you are doing, and this is meant in the nicest possible way, is LOOKING for excuses not to go. Actually, it's not you, it's your DP and other issues that are looking for excuses not to go. This is not you speaking. Everyone has a slight flying phobia...anxieties are there to be conquered, not indulged. Kick these anxieties in the bollocks and go. I beseach you...please. Even if you're dragged out of your house by a pack of wild dogs, shivering with fear or whatever, at least you've still made it. I ask you, what is the alternative ? What ? Unless all of your limbs have fallen off, you've suddenly developed a brain tumour, ebola or small pox then there is NO "I can't do it, I can't go because of xyz". I'm not belittling whatever problems you have, but the choice is really simple. Nothing 'bad' is going to happen to do..(apart from getting groped up in a seedy nightclub)....panic is just panic...nothing more. Do not run from it.
I tell you what, if you let me come with you as a shaparone, I'll buy the drinks.
(I went to my sisters hen night and, as you can imagine, had the time of my life. My brother-in-law wouldn't let me go to his Stag night because he thought a wine bar wasn't suitable for me!!! Bastard)