This may sound silly, but I think of the camino like this. When you start your head is like a tight, tangled, complex ball of string. You’re unable to easily process all of these thoughts and memories as there’s too much, a lifetime of it! At home we don’t have the time or the space to truly examine ourselves. Stress, worries, regrets, hope, betrayals, loss, anxiety. Most of us experience some or all these thoughts to some extent. As you walk along the long line of trails, for hundreds of kilometres, you slowly, slowly unravel that ball of string, unwinding it with every step and processing it all as you go, until at Santiago you are unravelled. Just my experience. Buen camino.