Getting over my water-phobia

When I was 7, I was swimming in a swimming pool. The pool was located in one of Qatar's fancy resorts and we used to go there with friends all the time. Swimming in the deep water was too tempting for me not to do. I started swimming towards the deep water area and next thing you know, I was drowning and people just stood there with their hands in their pockets. In the next few seconds which seemed like hours, I was trying to call for help and finally, my sister rescued me. I was too scared to go back to the pool that day and I didn’t know that I wasn’t going to go back to the pool for over a decade again. Today we rented a barbecue boat in Bass Lake. I kept staring at the beautiful surrounding. I couldn’t stop staring. The water was so nice and I just wanted to jump in there. I had to slap myself back to awareness after this thought because I can’t swim. I can’t remember swimming and I was almost certain I will drop like a stone. Even if I floated, I didn’t want to just float. I wanted to have the full experience of jumping in the water and swimming far away. So far, our big barbecue boat will seem so small. I would turn around and wave at my professors and tell my friends to jump in the water. I couldn’t. I sat there while 3 of my friends swam around the boat. All I can do is put my feet in the water and take pictures of them enjoying their time. After contemplating this thought a few seconds, I finally decided to join my friends. In the beginning I just wanted to be in the water but after that I wanted more. I wanted to be able to swim so I asked Hagar to teach me. Hagar, Dina and Noura soon turned into my swimming tutors. They were keen to teach me how to swim. When they first started to teach me, I was resistant. I wanted to learn but I was too nervous. I had to let go for them to teach me but my nervousness made my muscles tense. They would hold me and tell me to let go. I was told to think about other things. Beautiful resort. The nice cheesecake from cheesecake factory. Simon. Instead, I imagined myself swimming happily in a lake. Swimming to a deserted sandy beach and wishing I had a camera to take pictures of the beautiful scenery. I felt alive. I stayed there for a while. Maybe I still can’t swim properly but atleast I tried. Trying and not giving up will make me get there but not trying will get me nowhere. I will keep trying until I get it right.