I trudged back from the therapist's office on the top floor of the pack hospital feeling drained. It was my first session and I wasn't anxious to go back again. I'd only done it because I'd promised Lucas I would try, I just hadn't realized it would be this difficult.

The therapist asked questions, poked and prodded where I didn't want to be poked and prod. After some time, I'd simply gotten fed up, stood up and walked out the door, ignoring her calls for me to come back and wait for Lucas. I ...