On 27 December 2018, my husband Pete took his own life. Depression had convinced him that the world would be a better place without him. He went out for a run that morning, never to come back alive.
I have lost count of those who have approached me since that day and told me that they are lost for words. I too still struggle with all the thoughts and emotions I have been through since Pete died by suicide. All I know for certain is that depression is a horrific illness that brought an incredibly bright, intelligent, funny man to his knees.