This week a friend cried as she confided that her grandson had tried to commit suicide. Poor mental health well-being is an epidemic that is rising every year and my country has one of the highest youth suicide rates in the world. In my parent’s day, depression was not recognized as an illness, but rather as something akin to self-pity or a poor attitude. I recall suffering from post-natal depression and when I confessed to my mother how black everything seemed, and how I couldn’t imagine any future, she said, “Oh for goodness sake. You have a new baby, you have everything to look forward to. Stop being silly and get on with it.” Now my mother was a wonderful, loving and caring mum and grandmother but she was simply repeating what her generation were told. In fact, she quite possibly suffered depression herself and just had to “get on with it!” I took myself to the family doctor who said, “Yes, you have the clinical symptoms of depression but I don’t like prescribing drugs. Y...