Dear Melania:

I’ve got to admit it: I’m depressed. A long time ago, I was married to the governor of a large Western city. Then I moved East and became a TV-news star. Then I started dating the incredibly smart and unbelievably handsome eldest son of the greatest, smartest, most accomplished president ever. But I became the target of endless ridicule, snark, and sniping. I know you’ve suffered similarly. Yet you prevailed. What precious words of advice can you give me to answer my critics, and get me through this terrible time? —K.G.; Palm Beach, Fla.