Clare Ware, 50, from Epsom
Staying snuggled under the covers for what seemed like the fourth day in a row, I didn’t have any motivation to leave my bed.
In fact, I felt so broken I couldn’t shower, couldn’t go food shopping and looking after myself wasn’t anywhere near the top of my list.
Losing all sense of myself, I could barely even string a sentence together without my anxiety levels going through the roof.
‘Clare, when I’m looking in your eyes, there’s nothing there,’ my mum Sandra struggled, telling me
