I started freediving before there was a name for it, or at least before I knew the name for it. I was that kid with old second hand gear that would bug everyone in the neighborhood to get in the water even on the coldest nastiest days it's all I could think about. I slowed down a little while raising a family. 12 years ago I went on a abalone trip in northern California where the water is cold and dark, without hesitation I jumped in and made a few dives, My friend wouldn't get in, he was spooked by news of GW shark sightings, cold water and bad visibility didn't thrill him ether. after an hour I had a strange uneasy feeling I thought it was just the conditions. a few months later I was in Thailand, crystal clear warm water it was perfect but right after I got in I had that feeling again, the moment my face goes under the water I can't wait to get it out, if I breath slow and work through it it gets a little better but its always there like some sort of mild panic attack. I've never had a bad experience in 45 years of freediving or scuba diving. it's taken almost all the joy out of what I used to love more than anything. has anyone else experienced this? or have any suggestions on overcoming it?