Answer:
Dear Diary,
Explanation:
Hey again, I have been pondering how to put my experiences into the correct words, but here is my attempt.
Today is the day, January 22, 2021. From my other entries, you can probably tell that I have a slight fear of heights. Acrophobia is the technical term for it I guess. Anyway, I have an extreme fear. Like even looking down the steps to get to my room is terrifying. My way to fix this? Exposure therapy. My parents bought a ladder just for this about a year ago, and to my protest, they hid the ladder. Until today, I never knew where the ladder was. But today, I found out. It was in a closet where we kept the food. Right under my nose. Anyway, their plan was to expose me to my own direction of how high my height scares would amount to. To help my fear, they made me climb one step at a time. Yes, of course, I try to say no, but since I would really like to play my XBOX after, I bite my tongue. As I tremble over step over step, not looking down at all, I realize that I have climbed 8 steps already. How could this be?" I am even afraid to look at my stairs, much less a ladder! But then the 9th step. I look down, and almost fall over. Lucky, my father caught me
We repeat this over and over for a week
A WEEK LATER
We decide to try again. Little steps at a time lead me to the 8th step again. The nerves of my family sometimes.. UGH. But when my father tells me to keep going, I do. Slowly taking the step to the 9th..
and the 10th
and the 11th.
Reaching the final step, I look down. Somehow, it doesnt scare me as much anymore. This must be working!
Fast forward to now. I am still a bit scared, but not as much.
