I was sitting in the train back. It had been three months and it was about time I had a conversation with my 'mate'. The landscape flew by. The closer we got to home the more complicated our feelings became. I was anxious, nervous and hesitant. I didn't want to go 'home'. This isn't my home. In these three months away from everyone I had felt better than I had ever felt in this suffocating town. Ayla on the other side was happy and excited. She couldn't wait to hug her - our - mate.

I had gone to therapy (for a while) and even taken some medication, but they...