3 weeks ago, I experienced the first panic attack I've had in bloody ages. My family and I were out doing some late Christmas shopping at a popular designer shopping village in Cannock, Staffordshire.

We'd been there for about an hour perhaps, when I just felt that rush come over me. At the time it happened, I went immediately back into freak mode. My body and mind were telling me I had to leave, instantly.

Magda (my girlfriend) knew something was up straight away, apparently I go bright red now when I panic.

We stood where we were for around 5 minutes and let me gather myself. Then proceeded to continue on our way. I was properly shaken by this, it's the first time in a long time I've had those feelings.

Fast forward 3 weeks and here we are today, I'm still alive and kicking, and the increased anxiety I have been feeling since the panic is slowly subsiding as expected. I won't let this stuff beat me, every time there's a slight bump in the road, I'm over it.