In my twenties I led a fast paced life as a DJ in London. One night, while getting my records together, I started to feel very strange, as if I was no longer part of the world I once knew. I felt disconnected, alienated, and above all else, terrified. After many months of feeling like this daily, I got myself to the doctor, and I was advised to visit a Psychotherapist. On my first visit, Panic attacks were diagnosed, and it was like my life had been handed back to me. I was not dying, I was not diseased, I had an ailment and I had help. I spent 5 years in therapy and emerged as a changed man, or so I thought. In my thirties I once again found myself lost at sea, panicking and distant, and my next stage of therapy began.