My meltdown at Finchley Road train station in London is still a bit of a blur. It was around the end of the second COVID-19 lockdown, and I was working for one of the biggest banks in the world as a director. I was also home-schooling our boys as Sonia was a key worker, and she had to be on call for the seriously ill.

At work, I was under a lot of pressure, plus I pushed myself to be on a treadmill of “get the bigger job, get the bigger house, get the better car”. I’d been expecting a significant promotion, and when I didn’t get it, I was crushed. What’s more, I grew up in a culture where men are encouraged to be masculine and stoic; opening up about emotional matters isn’t something we generally do. So even though I felt completely maxed out, I kept my head down and stayed quiet.

The Telegraph London