What's up with me and planes (If anyone was curious)

(okok hi guys, this is gonna b really long, serious and kinda venty)

About five days ago, I was flying from Chigago to San Diego. This was the start of possibly THE worst part of any trip I had ever been on. For starters, this was my first time ever flying alone and these grown men who were way older than me were drunk and wouldn't stop trying to get me to drink with them (which I said no to maybe four times). Luckily, I didn't have to sit next to them on the plane - however - the worst part hadn't even started yet. 

A little context before continuing, I suffer from EXTREME anxiety and just so happen to be paranoid about plane crashes which are one of my worst fears. The plane ride was estimated to be roughly five hours long and considering the time of day, it was pitch black the entire time. Four hours into the ride, the plane begins experiencing extreme turbulence and the plane staff are visibly concerned. Upon realizing this, I took my earbuds out to see if the pilot was speaking and low and behold, she was

"In my 33 years of being a pilot, I've never experienced anything like this - I'm not sure what to do but I'll figure it out"

a few minutes later followed by

"We're all in this together, remember that"

That last little bit had me under the impression that the plane was immediately about to crash. I immediately started sobbing in what marks the single biggest panic attack I've ever had in my life. My legs went numb, I was hyperventilating and shaking and I quite near passed out. I was a thousand feet in the air, in a pitch black plane basically stripping me of my senses, and I was absolutely horrified. We had to make an emergency landing, stranding me over an hour away from where I was expected to land. I calmed myself down knowing when I landed, I'd be able to use my phone and call my mom...... only for my phone to glitch and say I have no sim card rendering it pretty much useless. I immediately started shaking and sobbing and hyperventilating again all by myself and instead of helping me, everyone nearby just stared at me like I was a weirdo. 

When the plane finally landed, we were in Ontaio, California. I managed to stay calm until collecting my bags at baggage claim. I managed to call my mom finally and was crying so hard I couldn't even get a sentence out for several minutes. I figured she'd offer to pick me up from Ontario, but insisted I take the bus down to San Diego and she'd pick me up from there. I ended up crying by myself in 40degree weather and thick fog waiting for a bus for over an hour, the having to sit next to strangers, exhausted and scared, for a two hour bus ride. 

I was supposed to be in San Diego by 12 and home by 1, I didn't even make it to San Diego until 4am and home by 5am. It was horrible. The "what if" of the bus not making an emergency stop still haunts me. What if we crashed? What if we all died? Anyways, that's been really heavy on my mind. Thx for reading :')