I wrote "Learn To Love" in the midst of an epic middle-of-the-night meltdown. Lying on my bed, attempting to squirm out of my own skin, while checking my phone again and again,I forced myself to calmly count to 10 before touching the home button on my iPhone one more time. Attempting to focus on anything else while I obsess over when he is going to respond. Typing in my password one last time, praying for the (...) to appear in the bottom left corner of my screen, telling me that he's writing. Staring as the tiny grey ellipses start and stop and start again.

Eventually, after literal hours of this obsessive dance, I looked up to the piano in the corner of my room. Sitting there, staring at me disappointed, she may as well have reached out an ivory finger and motioned me over.

I turned my phone off and moved my madness over to sit with her.

Sometimes song writing is like climbing a mountain and sometimes it's like skiing down. I placed my hands on the keys and played the opening piano melody then promptly burst into tears. The melody felt so honest and devastating, yet beautiful and hopeful. In a single small melody I felt understood. And so I dove in.

I started writing everything I wished I'd had the courage to say to his face. At the end of breakups I have this little trick that has saved me many times...I remove a single letter from the guy's email address. That way, on a night like this one, I can spill myself onto a page, I can tell him everything I've ever wanted to say. I can scream at the screen and not have to worry about how it comes across. Then I can pull up his name and I can press send.

By the time I cool down and feel better, it will have bounced back to me and I can experience what it's like to receive my own words, heated and wild and pointed. Sometimes the important thing is just getting the emotion out. Expressing what you need to express. It almost doesn't matter who receives it. The important thing is the release. I do think it's naive to think you can change someone and all we can do is fight to change ourselves.

I eventually finished the song with my producer Mike Wise in Toronto.

It's one of my favorite processes; watching how a glorious panic attack can turn into something beautiful.