I don't suffer from clinical depression, but obviously my daughter's decision to cut me out of her life made me very sad and for several weeks I hardly slept. My way of coping was walking - the sheer physical effort of climbing very steep paths for several hours left me tired enough to sleep - not always at night. The beauty of the views, which stretch for tens of miles from the mountains, is very soothing and somehow makes my own anxieties seem less important.
My other strategy was simply to accept that there is nothing I can do to heal my daughter's drug-damaged mind and to concentrate on my relationships with the rest of my large family and my many friends.
I was depressed after my second baby was born - I don't think it was post-natal, it was just a normal reaction to depressing circumstances. We had moved from Lancashire, where I had a good support network of mother, sister and friends, to Surrey, where I knew nobody and found the locals unfriendly and cliquish. Our mortgage had tripled and we were very hard up. My husband was often away with his work and I had a lively 18-month old and a new baby that cried all the time. I felt I was just getting through each day, rather than enjoying my children. I have never worked out whether my new baby's failure to settle was the cause or the result of my unhappiness. She remained a difficult child who did not make friends. Naturally,being a mother I feel guilty that I might not have paid her enough attention when I was feeling so bad myself.
After 10 months, we moved back to Lancashire and my depression disappeared.
I still remember that awful feeling when I woke with the black cloud over me and how it felt like walking across a ploughed field in gum boots, just to get through the day.
If I ever became clinically depressed, I would not hesitate to ask for medical help even though I am very aware of the dangers of addiction. It took only a couple of days on tramadol for my daughter to become hopelessly addicted, but she had a previous history of amphetamine abuse and bulimia.
Is there such a thing as an addictive personality - the jury seems to be out on that one?