anxiety is imperfect, and can fuck with your life. everyone experiences it differently but this is me. my anxiety manifests in a way that blinds reality and reason from my mind, hence the scarf. The text around makes little to no sense, as anxious thoughts do.
the photo shows how anxiety can be blinding, deafening and nonsensical, words overlapping in streams of chatter that seem to never end, one word moulding into another as easily as water. it becomes a tsunami of thoughts that can overwhelm a person,