‘In order to be a good therapist, you must be receptive to your patients’ feelings – but you must not hold on to them – they are not yours – they do not belong to you.’ In other words, this thump, thump, thumping in my head wasn’t my pain; it belonged to Alicia. And this sudden wave of sadness – this desire to die, die, die – did not belong to me either. It was hers, all hers. I sat there, feeling it for her, my head pounding, my stomach churning,
