When heartbroken and, in particular, betrayed, our brains can get caught up in a punitive cycle of rumination, desperately trying to find answers to why it happened and what went wrong. So, try this: Once or twice a day, at specific times allow yourself half an hour to fire both barrels at your ex.

There is one book that I return to again and again. Not only beautiful and funny but clever and quirky. The Book of Human Emotions by Tiffany Watt-Smith is a treasure trove of emotional language – full of words that express some feeling or another that we know in our bones, but don’t have the language to articulate.

If ever there was a day designed to remind women that it is indeed our lot to be ‘chosen,’ by way of all of our favourite things (?!) – red roses and cards full of terrible poetry – it’s St Valentine’s Day. And the threads of this idea of being ‘chosen’ stitch all the way back to the stories of how Valentine’s Day came about.

Every year around about now, my husband accuses me of being shit at Christmas. He doesn’t mean to be unkind, he says it to try and jog me out of the funk I always find myself in.

When a relationship ends many of those around you might try to comfort by saying that time will heal the pain. For a long time, I couldn’t take this in and found myself protesting against it.