I remember the feeling like it was yesterday: the tingling hands, the breathlessness, the narrowing of my vision and the overwhelming desire to faint, throw up, or both.
It was all I could do to grip onto the news desk and try and make sense of the jumble of letters in front of me.
I didn't know what was happening, but it was terrifying. There was nothing I could do to stop it and nowhere I could go to escape.
It was my first, of many, panic attacks on live television.
Recently, I decided to make the ultimate public statement about my condition — through a widely read article in the local press.
Suddenly my inbox was filled with overwhelming messages of support from friends and colleagues, strangers stopped me in public to thank me for "speaking about the unspeakable".