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Luca, 31, east London
B arely able stay awake, I curled up on the sofa.
It was June 2021, and I was sapped of energy.
I'd been feeling the same for months.
‘Something's wrong with me,’ I moaned to my partner Rick, then 30.
As a busy mum to my daughter, then 8,1 was used to being exhausted.
But this was next level. I was running on fumes.
After I'd been back and forth to my GP, he agreed to run some