A small child wearing a knitted hat sits on a bed. A Christmas tree in the background, and presents beside them wrapped in brown paper.
Greetings, Boss Witches! And I hope you all had a wonderful festive season, whether you were celebrating Yule, Hanukkah, Christmas, Saturnalia…or anything else.
2019 for me was a buster. It was a hard no from me. I had a f*cker of a time with my health starting last January, and I’m just now this month getting treatment for that (although I must say that I am so grateful to the NHS for the services they provide because I know that in many countries a surgery like this could bankrupt me). My mental health was up and down, mostly down, due to said medical clusterf*ckery, and I went back onto anxiety meds, onto some new ones a month later, changed again 10 days after that and have since gone up in the dosage twice. I am the first to say that if you want to take meds, f*cking do it. If you don’t believe in taking meds, that’s fine, too – just let everyone else make up their own minds, yeah?