I remember one day driving into town from our family home and noticed a tractor sitting in the paddock. My heart instantly stopped and I assumed the worst. I pulled over, got out of my car and started running towards the machine with my phone in hand ready to call from help. As I was climbing through the fence, I heard the machine's engine and realised that in fact there was a person operating it, and they appeared fine. I jumped back into the car, went to the station and caught the train to work. It was 20 minutes into my train ride when I realised my heart was still racing and I burst into uncontrollable crying and hyperventilating. That's when I realised I needed help.