I promised myself that I wasn't going to post like this; all wound up, anxious, and looking for reassurance. We've booked a short holiday - two nights in Norfolk, from tomorrow. Our last two holidays have been total failures: in 2013 my Dad was rushed to hospital the night before, which triggered a big period of panic that I haven't really shaken off ever since, and last year it got to the morning we were due to go and I just couldn't go through with it. Our last 'successful' holiday was in 2011, but even then I had a panic attack through the whole of the first night. So here I am, today, trying to take my husband's advice not to think about it, but plotting madly how I might get out of it. It's 2.5 hour drive - further than I've been for years, and I just don't know if I can do it :(