To the reader who found me the other day by typing this in Google:
fear of chanting
I feel your pain (although not lately, thank goodness). A word of advice: write a blog about every possible detail of your angst and one day, six years later, you will only shake a little when you read Torah! This past Shabbat I was so calm, relatively speaking, one could theoretically have pried the yad from my grip if one wished. (Usually I grasp it as tightly as if the fate of the world depended upon the strength of my knuckles.)
Perhaps within the next six years all my other reflexes will join my mind in acknowledging how much fun it really is.