Facing my Fears

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anxiety, awareness, challenge, Halifax, physical activity

When I started my new position, I was reading every single email about what was happening: events, charity work, training sessions, educational pathways, etc.

One day, I saw a call out for an Easter Seals fundraiser called Drop Zone.

I’m familiar with the event, knowing those who participated in the past. I was also aware of the good work that Easter Seals does for accessibility.

Accessibility is essential because it ensures everyone can participate fully, regardless of ability. When we design spaces, technology, and information to be inclusive from the start, we remove barriers that limit people’s independence, dignity, and opportunity. Prioritizing accessibility isn’t just a compliance checkbox—it’s a commitment to equity, innovation, and creating environments where all people can thrive.

Drop Zone is a rappel event held across Canada. In Halifax, it is a 23 story rappel off of an office building.

It took me about a minute, and I asked to be signed up.

Now….

I have never rappelled.

I have been on theme park rides. You’re usually in a secure “vehicle” and “strapped in”. The ride is usually not long, and before you realize it, it’s over.

I’m not gonna lie…I have a slight fear of heights.

This event would pit me against one of my fears. It also would allow me to raise awareness about accessibility.

It seemed so far away when I signed up and started fundraising.

Then I had to sign up for rappelling sessions.

Then I took those lessons (the scariest part was sitting back) off of a half wall at a climbing gym.

I thought: “I got this!”

Reader: It was false bravado, lol.

Nothing was real until I reached the roof in my gear.

Is she laughing? Yes (Is she scared to death? 100%)

I was at the 23rd story (the roof) of an OFFICE BUILDING. I could see forever everywhere I looked.

The team at Tacten were amazing (all the volunteers were!).

They checked and adjusted my harness, walked me through each step, and got me over to my spot. I was hooked up at the waist and chest.

I was facing inward, and was told to step backwards onto the ledge and get into the brace.

Holding on for dear life.

This is where I questioned my life choices, lol.

Then I remembered WHY I was doing this, and the people who I was doing it for.

So, when they helped me adjust my feet so that my heels were off the ledge, and told me to sit back – I took a deep breath (they gave me so much support!) and said out loud: “This is the hardest part.”

Then I sat back.

Took my first steps down.

The photographer said: “Hey, Amy!”

I looked up.

He suggested the pose.