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Regardless of what TS Elliot might have written, January is the cruellest month for many. The air is cold, the daylight hours are short and the roads are all frozen over. After the warm idealism of Christmas, we are confronted with the stark future in which we are compelled to improve ourselves. Small wonder, then, that so many of us find it so thoroughly depressing. January’s notoriety is further cemented by its uniquely high suicide rate. What follows is a...