Extract from Journal entry Thursday, 26th Nov 2020

On Tuesday, I stopped my van outside Dunnes on George’s Street, and a woman on the footpath was in severe distress—She was having what appeared to be a psychotic episode. The Gardaí were with her about thirty seconds later but they looked out of their depth. Her eyes were wide, and she was terrified, like reality had left her. In Rik’s room, there were masks on the wall. I looked at the small wooden animals on the side table. I told him how I felt privileged to watch my mother move through this time. I would feel privileged to do it myself. I said; I’m trying to correct something. What is there to correct?