“I was sitting in my dining room, and I just started crying – I couldn’t stop the tears,” begins Lucy Melville, 56. “The grief that had built up over the previous 15 months came pouring out in one evening.
“My husband had died a little over a year before, I had lost my job, my three kids had all moved out of the house, and to top it all off, I was perimenopausal. I felt I was becoming invisible, shrivelling up, and that the world was telling me my time was up.
