People in my position must often ask themselves what the answer is? How did I get here? At what cost? And how did I finally come out on the other side, into a world where the grass is green and smells fresh. And where life is worth living and relishing for every last facet of its existence - a place where utopia can exist for the simplest of men. It is ironic that what finally triggered my debut book was being handed the psychiatric report on our youngest daughter's suicide. People always say that inside every good journalist is a book, and I always joked that that ruled me out in that case. But then I thought about what everyone is looking for - the secret of a happy life. And this story is about the journey that it took to get there. We will never be able to bring her back. Obviously. But we can take massive strides towards rebuilding a family that was once so strong, and bringing it back to a time when laughter really was the most valuable thing we had. You will laugh and you will cry in equal measure, and hopefully somewhere along the way you will be inspired. But what you could not do, no matter how you tried, is make any of this stuff up.