text: There was once this girl, okay, maybe a woman, not a girl, she was nearing 30 so was not a girl anymore. Anyway, to the point. This woman was appearing okay but in her little mind, she was finding life super, super hard. She was battling dark demons. They got a ton worse when she got put in isolation for 10 days due to a pesky virus that was spreading globally. The woman who we will call Jamie has a son who lights up her world and an amazing fiancé who supports her mentally and physically but she knows he has demons too. Though he hides it, she knows. The son is in isolation with Jamie but he's struggling, he is 5, he doesn't understand. He's such an adventurous child, he loves to be outside but they can't leave. If they leave Jamie knows they'll probably get an extortionate fine, that will make them demons a million times worse. Jamie longs for nothing more than their own home but they have 3 County Court Judgments between them, which means they're bound to get rejected for a mortgage. Writing is on of the many ways Jamie can escape, she has tried A LOT of things to help calm her but writing is the only real thing. Jamie didn't sleep again last night. Jamie spent an hour and a half watching some silly programme on catch up just to attempt to cheer her up. She still tossed and turned for 2 hours last night. She thought she'd sleep soon, but ended up staring at the spotlight on the ceiling for half the night. Her anxiety is driving her in some deep, dark hole. She knows she can't afford help. She'd rather the money go on her sons birthday and making his life better. She doesn't know what to do next... She longs to take a long walk to contemplate her next steps, she longs to have “alone” time walking through a really busy city centre, but she can't. Jamie is sat there at her kitchen table in her tiny 2 bed flat, starting at the rain hitting her window, trailing down like the tears slowly creeping down to her chin, dripping on to the marble patterned table cloth sat upon her tiny table. She can hear her son talking to his friends and teachers on the other side of the screen, she looks up and checks on him. He looks fine but is he? She watches how he talks. She notices how he's looking at his mother at the corner of his tiny, beautiful brown eyes, the same eyes as his mother, the ones that are pooling with water as she watches over her darling little cherub, in a trance, amazed at how she made this human, how he's turning out to be. She gets alerted when he turns to her and says “mummy it's finished”. Jamie snaps out of her trance and says “okay Darlin, let's talk about what you learnt about today.