My whole day is fraught with anxiety, I get up, shake out my dressing gown, creep around the house, everything I touch, I’m nervous about, every drawer or cupboard I open sets my heart racing just in case, when I get to work I sit at my desk with my skirt wrapped tightly around my legs, and my feet off the floor, and get my husband to check the ladies toilets before I can go in.
Even when I get home I can’t relax, I’m sat on the sofa, but I can’t concentrate on anything, I’m looking around me all the time. Then I go to bed, and lie awake worrying about one faking on my face.
I really don’t know how I would cope if I lived on my own.