Years ago, when I was on a school trip to York, on the last night in the hotel, I heard a little girl saying me too, me too. I told the girls I was sharing the room with and my mum, but they didn't believe me and the girls made fun of me.

This has happened a few times since, with people calling my name while I was in town. Since the York incident, I haven't told anyone about it. I just pushed it to the back of my mind.

I also have a fear that people are going to do bad things to me and the people around me. When I see cars go up the drive where I live, my mind takes me on a crazy journey of kidnap and rescue. I see little kids wondering around without their parents and I watch to make sure they're safe, always thinking the worst.

I had a dream or image once that my mum had left me in my pushchair and then I was being pushed away. I looked up at a woman who wasn't my mum.

My cousin was ill as well a few years ago and I was terrified she was going to die. I convinced myself I'd be able to cope, but deep down I knew I wouldn't.

I constantly have thoughts of death and friends and family dying. It's like if I expect the worst I'll never get hurt, but I always do.