Writing Poetry Stopped Me From Wanting To Kill Myself

I was in a sad, sad place, back about twenty years.

A eucalytus tree, not unlike the one I was going to drive my car into … (author’s photo)

I was a new mother, stuck at home with a toddler son, and no car, unless I got up early, woke up our son, and drove my husband to the train station.

I didn’t realise it at the time, but I was suffering with post natal depression. Often my husband would come home to see I’d done nothing, and I was…