I hate panic, really hate it. You know what, today I had such a positive day planned (not that it wasn't). I had an appointment with a company to enrol on a programme to help me back to work, a chat with a lady from the local mental health charity about voluntary work, and another chat with a person about accessing work as well. Yet on all three, I started to get panicked, and wanted to cry. I don't understand it. It's not like any of them were remotely threatening - they were all lovely. I'm just screwed up.