Kevin Ellison had driven up the M6 so many times before. The same route almost every day from his home in Liverpool to Morecambe for nine years.
He was on that road again, as he always was, on his way to training. His silver Mercedes cruising in the fast lane. This time it was different. The dark feelings overwhelmed him and the uncontrollable thoughts flooded his mind.
‘If I veer into the central reservation would the world be a better place without me?’
After years of depression, many of them not knowing what was wrong, why he felt like he did, it had come to this.