A moment that changed me: I was devastated by a breakup – and saved by a sweaty moshpit

When my relationship broke down, my usual playlist of pop girl anthems and love songs left me in tears. Then I discovered hardcore punk Nobody warned me that heartbreak would ruin my relationship with Beyoncé.

I had always associated music with the happiest times in my life: going to Glastonbury, seeing Madonna play at Madison Square Garden, singing along to Kylie Minogue’s greatest hits on a road trip across Australia. Just over a year ago, after my first real relationship ended unexpectedly, things changed. When I listened to the artists I loved most, I was ambushed by memories and reminded of all the love and intimacy I had lost. My…