My Anxiety, My Queendom

This week I’m clowning on myself for the absolute absurdity of trying to control literally everything to dodge anxiety. From attempting to “save” my ex from himself, to drafting a full-blown road trip constitution with my brother, to sending dramatic Elizabethan texts with my mom and sister—I can’t stop laughing at how far I’ll go. Come for the royal decrees, stay for the self-roast.