‘Someone help me, I’m going to die!’ I screamed. When I was nine years old, my friend and I were in our friend’s pool at her birthday party — I was always a decent swimmer from the mandatory lessons we were given in school. A friend at the time couldn’t swim, so I offered to give her a piggyback in the water. But as I started edging towards the deep end, she panicked and pushed my head under water, trying to jump out. I flapped around as I couldn’t breathe. I started screaming and then realised nobody could hear me because water was filling my mouth. I felt my throat closing up, and then everything went black. I was drowning. I was brought back to life with CPR by my friend’s dad. The only thing I remember is waking up and seeing him and my friends’ worried faces peering down at me. After I woke up vomiting water and shaking, I looked to the pool and felt a strong sense of fear for the first time in my life. After that, I was terrified of water. I kept getting vivid flashbacks to water filling my mouth and not being able…