apart. I folded myself into ever-smaller squares, diminishing myself to such an extent that I would have no needs to place on the person I was meant to be sharing everything with. I lost my capacity to express how I was feeling. At some points, I didn’t even know what I was feeling. My thoughts became mutable things, slippery as fish. I was frightened of what would happen when I pulled on the single loose thread of my own uncertainty in case everything else unravelled too.
