I woke up a few months ago with a phrase bouncing around my head and no idea where it came from- "What do we say to Mr. Death? Not today, motherfucker!"- and it congealed into a plan to write about things that have happened and things that have helped when I'm crazy. It's very possible I'll get three posts in, and realise I have nothing to say but am saying it anyway, but there's something vaguely soothing about typing into the void.
