What are you even running on? Adrenaline? Coffee? Life sustaining fumes from Web3? It’s a mystery to you, but not to this Patron Saint. She appeared by your side a few weeks ago, or was it a month… a year? Back when school slowly turned into home schooling, or when your side hustle turned into your second full time job, or when day care began closing more than it was open, or when work became busier and in crisis and demanded that you work from home. Is it a home? It’s an office, a school, a canteen, sometimes it feels like a prison? And quite frankly, right now it’s a cess pit. Patron Saint of Holding on by a F*cking Thread is there, giving you shoulder squeezes, reminding you that you’re a good parent, a good person, reminding you to go for a walk, to breathe some fresh air. She’s making sure that teeny tiny thread doesn’t break into oblivion, but get’s steadily stronger until it’s a rope that can haul your ass back to sanity.