One good thing about joking for years that if I were ever going to collapse, it would be professionally is that when I had a dissociative fugue state last year, I was able to actually able to fly the whole thing all the way down.
I don’t recommend doing that the way that I did. I was entirely alone the whole time for the most part, and I shouldn’t have had to do that, but I survived and now I’m writing about how.
Long story short, being a life long systems thinker obsessed with how things fail and falling back on training were major factors in my survival. Who knew my obsession with TWA 800 when I was 10 years old would pay off 30 years later?


























