Someone once told me: ‘You can’t find yourself until you are lost.’ Throughout my twenties, I never really understood what that meant. I had always been that slightly chubby, slightly pretty, slightly clever girl who had always just had a slightly normal life, with a normal family, from a very small town in the UK, and everything was just always very slightly ordinary. That was, until I turned thirty, and I started to understand what that particular person had meant ten years earlier. Losing myself, and ultimately rediscovering myself, was one of the best things that ever happened to me. The pain and heartbreak that we go through can often lead to some of the best times of our lives if we just let it.