I want to kiss the bottom of the ocean before I burst through its surface into the sunlight. Otherwise I'll always be wondering about what was left unseen at the bottom.

The post-natal depression story also highlights the difficulties families face.

With a single depression fracture at the back of the head, we believed that the only animal capable of inflicting a wound like this was a raptor but we could not prove it beyond a reasonable doubt.

If I know that I can do something that makes me happy, why do I allow myself to get so depressed?

Stoical' is the best word to describe her reaction to these compliments, Emma putting up with them as of they were one of my unfortunate foibles.

I was a very lonely child and it's funy but the first word that comes to my head is "starved". I felt starved of affection, starved of love and I felt that it wasn't OK to ask for it. Maybe there was a sense that if I deserved it, it would be there. There must be something I'd done which meant I didn't deserve it.