It’s a catalytic moment when you can find a trigger and start to change whatever it is that’s causing the upset. But now you don’t even think about it, and it’s natural enough. At first it can be awkward and you feel self-conscious, like when you first clipped into bike pedals, looking down at your feet. Realising when things are going a bit wonky and reaching out makes it sound simple, and it will be. Now with a few years under my belt, I’ve learned a few coping mechanisms to get out of negative thought patterns. It’s difficult to put into words what you’re feeling when your mind is broken, in the same way it’s difficult to listen to the lyrics of a scratched record. It’s not all that easy to open up about it when you’re going through it. Thankfully, the human race has progressed in certain areas and it is something we talk about now.

It was a different time and there was stigma attached to mental health. The truth is, back then, I don’t think I would’ve talked about it even if I was prompted. Be the adult you needed when you were growing up. It’s only now, looking back and having kids that are about the age I was when going through my poetry phase, that I realise I needed help. I wonder how many lives we’ve lost to ‘teenage angst’ over the years? Not only because it was bad, and it was pretty bad, but because the young person writing that stuff wasn’t feeling very well at that point. It was actually pretty difficult to read. Clearly I’d been inspired by Jim Morrison, but ultimately the verses were delivered by a teenager from Essex, England. On the cover I’d written The Doors and inside some terrible poetry.

I was going through my wardrobe at my parents’ house when I found an old notebook.

Fallout 4 a world of pain