A change of routine at home gave me anxiety attacks (if you are interested you can read about it here).

While we were walking at the seafront on our school run my son asked why the medicines are not working anymore. I am taking a pill to calm me. I told him that I run out. He said
'You should get it again because it stops you from crying. When you cry I am sad.'

He knows that something is wrong with me mentally and he knows what triggers it. He cant wait for us to get away from home. Sometimes he would wish that my trigger would never go home again. I dont give those words attention but deep inside I wish it too.

I am so happy that he try to understand what being ill mentally is all about. He saw it on television once, explaining what it is and how the illness doesnt define the person who has it. He would tell me if theres a program about mental health on TV or any website that he is visiting. He will watch it if its in CBBC and try to explain the things in there for me.  He would suggest what we can do to help me. He is researching in his own little way on how he can help me cope.

My son wants to help me cope.

'Lets stay here longer'
I suggested and he said yes because I know he is stressed and we both need some fresh air.
We havent seen the sun in quite a while so when it is sunnyish we should enjoy it at least. And he just jump around. Soaking the weather.

'We're always better when its just us and when we are outside isnt it?'