"The trouble was that as soon as I woke up my mind seemed to be in complete contusion - I couldn't think straight, it was like a machine clogged up and I didn't know what I was going to do or where I was going to."

"I tried to cut my wrists on a couple of occasions but the knife was a bit blunt and I don't think I had much courage actually. I think really I was asking for help. I wouldn't have taken my own life because I always had the children foremost in my mind - they were number one."

Comments from two people recalling their depressive illnesses. But when are you clinically depressed? What's the difference between being fed-up and being in need of medical care? And what help is available?
David Waine hears about the problems of depression from the sufferers, their families, and the medical profession.
(Bristol)