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At the end of a very hectic three weeks, trying to help more than 100 clients navigate the changes in their business lives, I cracked. I simply couldn’t have another depressing phone call. Not another text message, not another email.

So at 6.30pm — after starting work at 9am, and working non-stop, including eating lunch at my desk during a webinar — I sat in the shower and cried. I cried for my clients, I cried for my staff, and I cried for myself.

I don’t have magical answers for how to survive the coronavirus pandemic. And as an OCD, that stresses me out more than the virus itself. All I know is how to do my job, and how to support my clients.