Over Christmas I had two panic attacks; horrible ones. The first occurred in Cambridge out of the blue. I was in the hotel room in the morning, just about to go to breakfast and something in my mind triggered it. I sat on the edge of the bed, my head went dizzy and I sweated profusely. My friend was aware that I had this, gave me a towel to wipe off the perspiration, which was coming off me in torrents, and left me alone to calm down. My friend was still in the room but knew I needed space to be totally alone to try and focus on my anxiety…
