Why is that when people become ill and have something wrong with any of their organs, they get sympathy from other people - except when that organ is their brain?

You have to be great friends and make each other laugh. We laugh a lot and neither is jealous of the other.

For me mindfulness is like building a house, so the next time the tsunami that is depression comes I'll have a structure in place to resist it.

What once made you safe now drives you insane.

Being a mother is hard and it wasn't a subject I ever studied.

Why is that when people become ill and have something wrong with any of their organs, they get sympathy from other people - except when that organ is their brain?

[With depression] you get a real sense of shame, because your friends go, 'Oh come on, show me the lump, show me the x-rays,' and of course you've got nothing to show.