In the cold, blue glow of her laptop screen, Rachel began to cry. It was early 2018 and the apartment around her was dark and quiet – so different, the then 28-year-old thought to herself, to the cosy home she’d previously shared with her husband. She poured herself another large glass of wine and sat back down at the kitchen table.
“I’d moved into my a friend's place because I didn’t have anywhere else to go,” she tells me. “She wasn’t there that often. I’m sort of glad about that now, about having that space to sort myself out. But I probably shouldn’t have been spending so much time alone… your mind spirals.”
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