EDITOR’S LETTER
There are a lot of adjectives you could use to describe my family, but neat and conventional it is not. I had a happy childhood, for the most part, but spent much of my adolescence parenting my mum, who has, for as long as I can remember, struggled with her mental health. While friends of mine fretted over boys they fancied, I missed months of school caring for her and my younger brother, afraid at times of what might happen if I went to sleep.