There is a tub of coconut oil sitting on the kitchen table that I eye with suspicion whenever I pass, as if it might spontaneously start singing the virtues of a paleo diet or its virgin status. Why spontaneously, I don’t know. I wouldn’t want to deny the bananas nearby their chance as a warm-up […]
It’s eight years since an event potentially detrimental to Mr. Juniper’s existence happened.
Lately, I’ve been dreaming of bathtubs.
As of this moment, there are six sleeps to go. That is, until Hogswatch is upon us. Stockings full of little gifts. No lumps of coal this year. Hogswatch pyjamas and Hogfather hats. Desperation to keep stress under control.
If I may first make a very personal point: I am, at this moment in time, rather sleep deprived. Little Juniper is teething. This has led to some interesting nights of “sleep is for the weak” combined with the disruption that is the clocks going back. But back to other endeavours.
So much exists in the middle of the night.
Earlier, I had an idea of what I wanted to say. After my usual few minutes catching up on various sites, I’m not so sure. Is it the wake of the VICE spread still unfolding? I’m not sure. I… I feel at a loss. There’s suicide everywhere at the moment. There’s not much that can […]
It’s fair to say that I’m in something of a mood at the moment. It would be foolish to say the world has been watching the VICE incident unfold, but it seems a small fraction of the world has been.
It is perhaps wise to begin by saying I’m not in my most forgiving mood, right now. Little Juniper is going through a growth spurt and night times aren’t quite as peaceful as they were a week ago. (Sleep, we will be reunited again before long, promise.)
This is what a crisis looks like.
Where to begin?
There we were, Christmas Day, opening presents. And one of my presents from Mr. Juniper? Oh yes, it was 10 ¼ inches. I yelped with joy. How could I not? I never thought it would happen, but there it was.
Or at least, my feelings on talking about mental illness and disability.
There is, at this moment in time, less than a week before December 1. Less than a week before I can deck the halls in celebration of another holly jolly Hogswatch. And just days since I heard Mr. Juniper admit he’s starting to panic about the Hogfather coming to town.
Violence has been on my mind since I wrote about self harm, as self harm in its psychiatric incarnation of Deliberate Self Harm is often considered an act of violence. The “self” part indicating the obvious: DSH is violence that a person commits against themselves.