If you’ve ever held ideas about the sort of people who die by suicide, the death of Elspeth Thompson might dispel some stereotypes. She’s described as a successful and dynamic woman, she was a gardening writer and a mother, who is said to have cultivated blooms in the most unlikely places. The coroner has just found that her death was suicide.

Elspeth Thompson left a note: “I’ve fed the dogs and put the heating on so that you won’t be cold. I’m sorry. So very sorry. But I’ve gone to the lake with a bottle and pills. I love you. I love Mary.”

Frank Wilson, Elspeth Thompson’s husband, writes about coming to terms with her death accepting the incomprehensible and “the unbearable burden of loss“.

Depression doesn’t play favourites.