Like so many of us, I found the news from the weekend devastating. I did not know Caroline Flack, and I did not watch a single episode of Love Island. But I did watch every performance of hers in Strictly Come Dancing, including the final in 2014. This final stands out to me, not just because of Caroline’s sensational dance performances, but because this was the Christmas where I had literally just found out that I was pregnant with my daughter, Julia. As I watched Caroline absolutely smash the final, I did not know that I had started a journey that was going to have lasting consequences for me, far beyond the day I went into hospital to give birth. I know like many survivors of severe depression, reading about her death has stirred up memories and given me flashbacks to a time when I too felt there was no other way out. Caroline’s death has shown that mental illness is real, and it kills. This is why I finally feel ready to properly share my story with you all. I had suffered from...