A life without hope is an almost impossible thing to live.
Last night I stroked my 13 years old daughters head for over an hour whilst she struggled to sleep. She just kept saying that she did not know how she was going to survive this latest lock down. Her heart was racing. She felt sick. She is broken by this struggle.
Her world has shrunk into a black hole from which she can see no way out.
There is no point trying to give her hope. She no longer believes in it. She has been promised things for nearly a year that do not happen. She has lost faith in adults and the world.
Her pain is very very real and I am frankly sick of being asked to look on the bright side.
So here in this house we will just live each day at a time. And if necessary each hour.
Or each minute.