I quietly walk into my family home late in the evening, sliding in unseen, and head for the stairs hoping to get to my room before anyone knows I’m back. I’m mentally and physically exhausted and need to lie down and get my head together. I’m a mess, fragile, completely drained, and generally just spent. I came away with so much in my head that I think my mind has shut down and gone into reboot mode to protect myself from mental breakdowns.

I wept in Emma’s arms for an ...