So I'm back again to the eternal question, the one that has plagued me all my life: How Do Other People Do It? How come they were given life's rule book and I missed out? Where was I when God was dispensing capability and cop on? Looking at shoes, probably.

I know of people who don't believe it, but depression is an illness, but unlike, say, a broken leg, you don't know when it'll get better.

I had spent my whole life feeling homesick. The only difference between the two of us was that I didn't know what or where home was.

There's no doubt that relationships do suffer when circumstances change profoundly.

I've never made a secret of the fact that I'd have loved to have children.

The best anyone can do is breathe in, breathe out and wait for it to pass.

Her world had shrunk - no matter who she was with, she'd prefer to be with him. That's what happened when you fell in love - you only want to see them.