Emma, lone parent isolating with son Ethan aged 9.
"At times I have felt safe and protected in the small walls of my little basement flat. With just me and my son to focus on. I have followed all instructions from government, manically surfing tv channels to find the latest updates. Spraying, cleaning, isolating, distancing and home schooling. I watch, dumbstruck, the reality outside, the stupidity and arrogance of some and the bravery and selflessness of others. I try to channel my wondering mind on the positives, we are safe and we are healthy, but I have dark moments. Sometimes I feel trapped and intoxicated by the same stale air. Longing for some outside space, envying others who film their games in the garden. I often feel a failure as a mother, struggling to teach, bond and connect, wondering if my son hates me. Am I really that bad? I miss the faces of loved ones, a pat on the back to say I'm doing ok or a hug when I'm low. I miss the sun on my face, the wind in my hair and the freedom of escape. In more positive moments I feel thankful and grateful for the wonderful friends and family I have, they are still here, just in a different way. Mostly I feel an overwhelming sense of unity, I know we are all in this together, rich or poor, successful or not we are all vulnerable and we all want to try our best to beat this together."