The Stones In Your Head: how to handle an irrepressible sadness

We all have memories that bubble up to the surface. But you aren’t doomed to think of them forever

I was out for lunch today in Marylebone. The sky was a cerulean blue and the deep burgundy brick burnt into the midday skies. My negroni was sharp with citrus and vermouth as my client talked excitedly about his latest venture. I was happy, privileged, alive. And then, like a golf club to the skull, the thought swung into my brain. My ex boyfriend cheated on me…