On the outside she was the very image of health. She always made sure she ate healthy food, and she counted calories and so was not in the least overweight. She exercised regularly, and whenever she had had a piece of cake she would head out and run for miles afterwards.
At work all her colleagues commended her for being so organised. They often told her she was a much better teacher than they were, but they did not know that she was a slave under the clock. She allotted a certain amount of time for each task. Preparing for a lesson was allowed 30 minutes – no more, no less – which was rather stressful is she had not finished by that time. For as long as she could remember she had always strived for perfection.
Even at home everything had to be perfect also. Each thing in its place and the floors sparkling clean. Every minute she did not spend working, eating healthy or running, was spent cleaning. Her teenage son was punished for spilling food on the table because that meant more work for her. In his turn the son started playing up, which drove her husband into rage, and this was the very thing which gave her anxiety and cause her to try to be in control even more. It was a vicious circle and she could not get out of it.
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