I read Sally Brampton’s memoir of depression some years ago.

I have never experienced the kind of depression that Sally described.

Something has always lifted me higher and I know how lucky I am.

But I was so very shocked this morning to pick up my newspaper and read of Sally’s death at 60.

I had always admired that above all, Sally had carried on.

Each of us is gifted a life to make of it what we can.

Sally chose to bring her life to an end despite everything.

Goodness knows what went through her mind as she walked out to sea that night.

I hope and pray that her last moments of life were at peace.

I raise a glass to a woman whose life alive I admire and who had a life that touched mine.

I hope that somewhere Sally is at peace.