This morning feels very heavy.
My daughter will have been in hospital for six weeks tomorrow, and the strain on the whole family is enormous.
The children are carrying fear and uncertainty every day, worried about their mum and frightened about what the future might look like.
Watching them try to cope with something so big is heartbreaking.
I’m also carrying my own guilt and questioning everything, wondering if different choices in life could have changed where we are now. When someone you love is this unwell, it’s easy to place the weight of the world onto your own shoulders.
The stress, responsibility, exhaustion, and constant worrying about my daughter and grandchildren has settled over all of us like a cloud that never really lifts.
This morning there’s no easy answer, only the reality that we are all trying to survive something incredibly difficult.
Right now, every day feels like a balancing act between holding everything together and feeling completely overwhelmed by it all.
The Lady in the Back Row 