It is hard to pinpoint exactly when my phobia began, but for the last decade it has become all-encompassing. My fear of sick means I have lost friends, I have struggled to be in the same room as my own children and now, I have even asked my husband of six years to leave me.
In August 2009, when I was 23, my beloved grandma Sheila, then 83, passed away. I was completely distraught and I struggled to deal with it. Then, around the same time, I missed out on a promotion in my admin job.
The combined stress of work and grieving had an unusual impact on me. I know it
