On the night the government announced that there was to be no mobility, no socializing, no venturing out at all, I had already been a severely anxious and depressed wreck for weeks.
I cried after a neighbour casually accused me of hoarding rations when she saw the two small grocery bags I was carrying home.
I had stepped out in a panic after the announcement of a nationwide lockdown to buy butter, eggs, bread, vegetables and dustbin liners.
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