When I gave birth to my daughters Charlotte and Samantha in 1991, I felt life was complete. I devoted my time, energy, and love into raising our beautiful girls, and supporting my husband, Kevin, running his Surrey-based scaffolding firm. But our happy life was turned totally on its head when Samantha, now aged 33, developed an eating disorder in her early teens. Like any parents, Kevin and I tried to do whatever we could to help Samantha. But despite a stream of consultations with medical professionals, her anorexia took hold, and it left our family life in tatters. Looking back now it felt l…
