I guess I am sort-of a different breed. I remember going camping with my family as a kid. we were all cramped in a big Ford station wagon, with my older brother sleeping on top (the weather was good). In the middle of the night, he saw a bear wondering the campground and was in a panic to get inside the station wagon. The whole family was in a panic. Then there was me, I wanted to go outside and see it, follow it... Call me a stupid kid, but I have not changed much. That does not mean I am stupid, for example, when walking through the tall grass in Alaska, to get to a different lake and realizing we were constantly crossing grizz tracks; with two buddies that were in a panic, not knowing to keep going or turn back and unable to make a decision. I made the decision to turn back following the trail we made.
On t he other hand, I got married late in life at 38. My wife grew up in the countryside in Guatemala. But on a trip to the bay area and north in Ca, visiting some of her family, I brought camping gear for the trip back (on a holiday weekend). My wife had never camped before and she was scared to death to camp for a variety of reasons, but most revolving around all the stories she heard growing up. She wanted to stay the night in a motel. So I stopped at every hotel on the back till the wee hours of the morning. In short, I was falling asleep behind the wheel of a manual transmission, truck which my wife did not know how to drive. So I was stuck behind the wheel the entire trip. I pulled off the freeway made a right and an immediate left, which was a dirt road. LOng story short, I swiftly unloaded the truck inflated an air mattress in the bed of the truck. I laid out sleeping bags and blankets and told her to crawl in and get under the blankets. I climbed in next closed the shell door got under the blankets. Once I was in and barely comfortable, right on Q, it sounded like 50 coyotes started howling almost at once. My wife went from slightly nervous to starting to panic. She ask if we would be okay. When I responded in my calmest voice that coyotes could eat through metal, glass and fiberglass, and they would get to us before long, she recognized that sarcasm and calmed down a but, enough to fall asleep.
On a subsequent trip to Big Sur, she was certain some dreadlocked hippies illegally camping in the campground near us would rob or kill us. That was until I invited them for breakfast, in which she almost had a panic attack, until they got to camp. It wasn't until she was chatting with them that she realized they were simply normal people on a budget experiencing a short getaway from the daily grind. They were not mass murders looking for their next victim.
My point here is that we are all different, with different levels of tolerance and different levels of fear. As was pointed out earlier in this thread, fear is healthy, but panic is not. If you can keep your head on straight in the face of fear, you will likely fare well.
To the OP, pace yourself with this, and you will be fine.