I am in constant pain, but not in the physical sense. I am continually criticised, but only internally. I may see beauty all around me, but it triggers little warmth. Whilst I may appear in control of life, on the inside disembodied hands tug and tear like they have the strings, and I am the marionette. Just because I’m smiling in the sunshine, doesn’t mean I’m not screaming in the dark.

I wrote the above on Facebook a month ago, when I’d been having a tricky couple of days. You see, it’s bee...