What doesn’t kill you, blah blah blah.

People like to say “what doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger”. I must be Atlas by now. I am back from my week-long, running away from home vacation to Mexico. I made it four days. I’m struggling to not consider it a failure. I’m struggling to believe that I made the best decision for myself when I called my parents in tears and asked them to book me a flight home; I was too distressed to do it myself; the interface on my iPhone was too difficult for my challenged state of mind...