I freely admit that I am not entirely sane. I suffer from a variety of problems, most of which take the form of anxieties and phobias. Acrophobia (fear of heights) is near the top of the list. It isn’t an altitude thing… I can go up to the 50th floor of a building with no problem, I love the view from a tall hill, and I’m OK in a window seat at 30,000 feet in a plane. But as soon as I’m in a position that I could possibly somehow trip or slip or lose my grip – no matter how unlikely – I panic. It isn’t a problem that seriously impacts my quality of life – it’s easy enough to avoid those kinds of situations most of the time – so I haven’t tried to get help with it. But from time to time it hits me.