THE BEST medicine

Michaela Doughty, 53, from Eastbourne, East Sussex

Lying back on my sofa, I scrolled through Facebook on my phone. On the local Facebook page, there was an advertisement for a laughter therapy workshop – just up the road from me. ‘Come along, it’ll be a laugh,’ the ad said.

God knows I needed more laughter in my life. I’d struggled with depression since my divorce four years ago, had got so agoraphobic that I found it an enormous challenge just to go to the corner shop and buy milk.

‘You should go to that,’ Mum said when I told her about it on the phone. ‘I haven’t