That was the thought running through my mind as I took a seat in the leather chair inside Marilyn’s log cabin in Santa Margarita, California. Her office sat on her five-acre horse property—a rustic, ...

At 6am on a Monday morning, assaulted by the big light in my bedroom and barely able to sit up, I texted my best friend: ‘I can’t face the commute, I’m literally dissociating right now.’ But was I ...