It intensified in adulthood, even long after my incredible stepfather came along, and my mum, my brother and I moved in with him. Before a date, a job interview, or a presentation, I’d tell myself it wasn’t going to go well. If the opposite was true I’d convince myself it was a one-off fluke. Ruminating on worst-case scenarios would keep me up at night. In therapy I learned I was prone to catastrophising and while things like exercise, journalling and meditation helped over the years, it flared up at times of stress.