I've never been a good flyer, I used to get a window seat and sit there with a baby blanket over my head with the earphones blasting my favourite music into my ears, I didn't want anything to eat/drink or talk to anybody, every "normal" sound the aircraft made, would make me jump out of my skin.
Quite a few years ago now, we went to Alicante on a 767 plane and everything was fine until we started to descend and went straight into a humdigger of a storm.
Two smaller planes due to land before us were diverted to Ibiza, but the captain decided to circle above the storm until it passed, as we had plenty of fuel left.
Jaysus, I thought I was going to die, my life and all the things I should have said and done flashed before me.
When we attempted to land, we got feet from the landing strip and it was raining so hard that the pilot lost sight of the runway lights, so whoosh, up we went again, it felt like being on the big dipper in Blackpool pleasure beach ...people were crying and being sick.
Then we circle for what seemed like a lifetime and the pilot was in contact with someone on the ground in Alicante Airport about the weather conditions down there, so, he said something like " we'll see if we can make it this time" Make it ?

I was absolutely terrified, I dug my fingers into my poor hubby's hand hard enough to draw blood.
The experience screwed me up for years and whilst I still don't like flying, I seem to have trained my mind not to think about anything, no noises, nothing, and I always think "if I can survive that experience, I can survive another one", although I do NOT want another one, and time is a big healer.
Sanji