So it turns out I may have jinxed things by saying I’d beaten my longest-time-out-of-crisis-record. I’m back at the women’s crisis house after 4 and a half months at home and a week in hospital. It doesn’t seem very fair that I get a discharge date from the ward and then Theresa May promptly announces a snap election which sends my anxiety spiralling again, but there you go. I live in a marginal seat that Labour won by about a thousand votes last time, and I honestly believe the Tories are out to get people like me (doesn’t count as paranoia if it’s evidenced by policy). I have responded to the news by joining the Labour Party and adding to my collection of drawings of significant otters. Activism and puns, that’s how we’re gonna get through this.