I Can’t Stop Thinking About Jinkx Monsoon
An OCD story
It’s Christmas morning, and I am an adult. In the last month or so, I have asked my family for a couple of gifts I think I’d like: a weighted anxiety pillow, a ring light that clips onto my phone, a few books. There is coffee and chocolate and French toast and some Christmas music playing in the background. Everything is nice. This is Christmas, when you’re an adult.