I have flown three times and hopefully never again. Here's what happened last time.
A co-worker and I flew from Palm Beach to Mississippi for a class. The plane in Palm Beach to Georgia for lay over was huge and not too bad. The flight from GA to MS is where things got bad. We walked through this long tunnel and onto the tarmac, which we didn't do in Palm Beach. I saw everyone walking towards this miniature plane with propellers on the wings. My co-worker said "that's our plane." I did a 180 and RAN back for the tunnel (Yes, I was 40 years old). I get manhandled onto the plane. As I go through the door and walk to my seat, I had to bend over because my head would have hit the ceiling (I'm 6'2). I sit in my seat, cover my head with my jacket and set up pictures of my kids and wife all around me. I also had my son's teddy bear clinched in my arms. Even though I couldn't see them, I knew everyone of the 12 passengers were laughing at me, but I didn't care.
On the way back to GA from MS was the same scenario. This time, as we were getting onto the plane for home, I developed a bad case of anxiety. I didn't know it was anxiety until I spent 7 hours in a GA hospital while my co-worker cursed me for being a big baby (he's also my best buddy).
Needless to say, short of an EXTREME emergency, I won't be flying anymore.l