
18/09/2025
The middle of the night is for catastrophising.
For "what happens if...?".
For being woken by a child who is riddled with anxiety and having no answers for her except that this is what we have to do, because even when they break their promises, even when they break the law, it's somehow still our fault.
For wondering how much longer this can go on.
For letting fear win for a little while, as I think about how being prosecuted for having a child who has not received the right support at school could destroy my livelihood, my family life - literally rip my family apart.
For making fried eggs on toast for the child who isn't able to eat before school because of the anxiety in the pit of her stomach, and can't eat at school either - trying to load her up so she doesn't get too hungry before she is able to eat tomorrow afternoon.
For doing work that has been neglected while I dealt with my own issues, for someone who also has sleepless nights to deal with.
For wondering where it all went wrong - how we got to the point where people care so much more about attendance figures than about the mental health of vulnerable children.
For thinking about the other child's hospital appointment in the morning and trying to remember everything that needs to be said.
For staying awake a little bit longer after being called, because experience shows that it's easier to stay awake than to keep being woken as soon as you've dropped off.
For researching, and hoping, and praying that someone will see sense and one day this will stop - for me and for all the others like me.
For remembering the sweet nights I spent awake with my babies, feeding and singing to them, gently rocking them back to sleep.
For remembering what my father said back then - "These are the golden times, because all your troubles are under one roof."
For wishing I could rock my babies and soothe them as easily now as I could then.
For tears of exhaustion and defeat to course down my cheeks as I wonder if I can ever make this right.
For wondering if any of those responsible for this situation ever lie awake wondering whether they're doing the right thing.
The night is not for sleeping. Not now.