In this weeks confessions series Lee Davy talks about his recent journey to America and how it feels to finally understand the power of community.

I got divorced. It hurt. It felt like a drive by shooting with every bullet hitting my heart. Time passed. Melancholy turned to anger. I felt like my life had been adjourned. I wasn’t sure when I would be able to press the play button. I was lost in a labyrinth of despair.

One day, my mum intervened as I head butted the living room wall. She pulled me into her bosom as she had done many times when I was a child. I sobbed. Her white shirt looked like the Shroud of Turin.

She knew how to fix me. A cup of tea, and a chat, was the way to disrupt the conjugated collage of past and present wounds. Then she said it, in her own blasé way. Her words sent my soul scurrying into the back of the room looking like a cornered wolf.