I’m in desperate need of a manual.
You know, some kind of documentation on my mental health limits that I can flip through at my leisure?
Hard guidelines with red warning labels outlining the details of my certain demise if I push this “work” thing too hard, too far, too fast.
Maybe there’s a gauge on me somewhere that alerts me to “Dangerous Anxiety Levels Reached! Prepare for Panic Breach!”?
Oh, what paradise that would be.
Chloe, the only girl whose paradise stars a gauge