Just thought I’d share part of my story. I was a stay at home Mum during which time I suffered from anxiety and panic attacks. but I managed to cope with my condition. One day, out of the blue, I was offered a job in our local post office/corner shop. I thought I‘d give it a go even though I was nervous - the door was in view and I could always “escape” if I needed to. All went well for three years or so until , a couple of weeks before Christmas, we were the target of armed robbers. Every panic attack I had ever had paled into insignificance with the terror I felt. I hoped they never caught the robbers (they didn’t) as the thought of going to court terrified me. I avoided social situations, crowded shops etc. I couldn’t even attend my in laws funerals as the thought of being trapped at the service was just too much. It was a long way back but eventually through relaxation, counselling etc. I was able to return to some semblance of normality. Four years ago my son got two tickets for the Tottenham game at Wembley. He asked me to go with him, I was reluctant at first but as he said “When are you ever going to get the chance to see us play at Wembley?” I agreed to go, if I chickened out I thought my husband could go so the tickets wouldn’t be wasted. He refused saying he had faith that I could do it, even the terror of terrors the Underground. Okay we had to sit with the Spurs fans and the result was rubbish but I did it and had a great time. I still have my “moments” but they are not important and I know they will pass. What I’m trying to say is don’t give up hope, things will get better. Life is always worth living. Thanks for listening.?