A reason to live

KERRI AMOS* WAS walking her usual route from the office to London Waterloo when she considered throwing herself in front of a red double decker bus. She didn’t, but the thought was there. The 25-year-old had travelled to the capital three months earlier to start the job in TV production that she’d always dreamed of, but she was dreadfully lonely, homesick — and the self-confessed “country bumpkin” missed her horses.

“Looking back, I was depressed,” says Kerri. “I don’t think I would actually have done it, but it was the first suicidal thought I’d ever had and it was a red flag. Luckily, I had the presence of mind to tell myself not to be so silly, because I had seven horses at home on the farm depending on me.”

Kerri lived and worked in London on weekdays, returning to the