TAKING CONTROL
Jul 09, 2020
5 minutes
WORDS BY LAEA MARSHALL
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Staring at the familiar green lettering ahead, I took a deep breath. Sat in my car at my local Asda car park, I clung on to the steering wheel, sweat dripping from my palms.
You can do this , I thought, trying to convince myself to get out of the car and go inside.
But, with my heart pounding like a hammer in my chest and my stomach doing somersaults, there was nothing for it.
No one knew I'd lost a baby
Feeling embarrassed and ashamed, I started the car, drove home empty handed.
Anxiety has a way of creeping up on you.
It can start with simply feeling stressed about work or family life, but it reaches a point where even the most mundane thing, like doing the weekly shop, can cripple
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