sometimes i feel like people don’t get how bad my anxiety has gotten until they get in my car and ask “hey chloe, why is there a stick on your dashboard” and i have to explain “i was walking to my car after class and i saw the stick and my brain told me if you don’t pick up the stick you’re going to die and i tried to walk away but i couldn’t so i walked back to the stick and picked it up and now it lives on my dashboard” and often people seem to think it’s me being “cute” or “quirky” but naw bruh that’s one hundo percent organic mental illness.