A few years ago, I was diagnosed with generalised anxiety disorder, but there was probably no need for a test. I think I started having panic attacks about dying from about the age of seven or eight.

My grandparents were living with us while my grandpa battled terminal cancer and I suddenly started worrying I was going to be buried alive (being buried alive and dying in a plane crash are probably my two biggest fears). Apparently, in Ye Olde England they started tying bells to the wrists of f...