I was 9 years old and on holiday with my parents and my sister at East Runton on the North Norfolk coast. We were taking an early morning walk to Cromer, all of a sudden I felt the need to run and run combined with a feeling that I was going to die, I now know that I had experienced my first panic attack.This panic attack was the first of many that blighted my life throughout my school years until I was 19.I was fortunate to have a very good soprano voice and passed an examination to become a chorister in Peterborough Cathedral Choir.
I soon became Head Chorister and Soloist. To this day I do not know how I managed for whilst I was in the choir I never had a Panic Attack, my voice broke when I was 15.
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