I’m suffering from lockdown fatigue – and I can’t sleep at night

Lockdown No 2 has ruled out endless shopping trips. I have to admit I haven’t tried a hot bath and candles or meditation but when my dad says to me: “Why don’t you take a sleeping pill?” I’m taken aback. My dad certainly can’t have forgotten the horror show of my addiction, that’s for sure, but it shows that despite having gone to Al-Anon for families of alcoholics, he still doesn’t fully understand the illness – like so many others. But just as I’m pondering my dad’s comments about drugging myself, before I know it, I’m transported back in time to our family home’s beige bathroom just off the Upper Richmond Road West. It’s where my dad still lives – now alone – but back then it was jam-packed with me and my four older half-siblings and my mum.