WHEN my daughter at the age of 24, and while staying with us on Skye, made the decision to end her life – she was suffering from anorexia and other problems – by chance I found her tucked away in her bedroom one afternoon. Surrounded by pill packets and some alcohol she had left a note saying that she was sorry but she could not cope with life any longer. She wanted peace. In great distress I summoned help and she was taken away to hospital where resuscitation processes were set up and her deep unconsciousness abated. When I saw her later that day she was horrified and bewildered that she was still alive and would have to go on suffering. I felt as if I had committed an awful crime by preventing her desired death.