After a storm


Copyright Sandra Crook

I’d heard the wind howling last night, heard the rain lashing the windows. I was aware that he’d gone out just after 3am.

I slept fitfully, waking to the sound of a siren and vehicles racing down the street. I dressed and ran to the jetty, slipping on seaweed and other debris hurled ashore by the wind and high tide.

If you are totally set on a course of action, if you cannot see a way ahead despite the best counselling and help… I had grown weary trying to protect him from himself.

Mental health; so much said, so little understood.