I was five years old, and I have clear memories of when my mum became very poorly with her mental health. The memories take up a lot of my time and thoughts even now I am older. I remember these times as much as I remember all my interests and pastimes from when I was five, including my love of watching the Care Bears Movie, birthday parties with my cousin, and toy troll wishing dolls. I remember the care of my grandparents, who looked after both my mum and me, seeing that I went to school and had a lot of love and care at home. They were protective and kind to us.
There is one memory of my mum's friends from this very same time and from when our future looked vulnerable and in need of support. He was from Scotland, and he loved music, and my mum met him at Butlins Holiday camp, where he played in a band. I never travelled to Scotland in my childhood or my life so far, but there was talk of me moving to live in Scotland with my mum and her friend. They must have talked about this a lot because I remember my teacher holding my hand in the playground. My teacher talked about this to me and smiled at me, and she told me that she was from Scotland. I remember clearly our conversations from the past, and in the present times, my mum has found her old friend through the power of social media.