article_snippet: I'd been a quivering wreck at the time.
article_snippet: I was a busy mum with two young kids, so I was a bit stressed.'
article_snippet: I was just told to take the attacks again.
article_snippet: This just fuelled my stress.
article_snippet: I became a stroppy, emotional rollercoaster.
article_snippet: My poor husband, Vincent, had to cope with Husband Vincent just going through the motions.'
article_snippet: A few times, I fell down the stairs and was badly bruised; other times, I burnt Husband Vincent on the oven and the iron.
article_snippet: I even drove into a tree with both children in the car.
article_snippet: Fortunately, I was going slowly, but it was terrifying.
article_snippet: At that point, I knew something was really wrong.'
article_snippet: Husband Vincent said that when I had an attack, I'd involuntarily raise my arm and start tutting.
article_snippet: Being told was like being told I was going to die. '
article_snippet: Now I can live a normal life again.'