I went to the library recently to get the children’s book we were reading for this month’s Finer Things Club, but before I went looking for it I first picked up some books about anxiety disorders.*
Here’s what I know now: nothing says “trustworthy adult” like browsing the children’s section while clutching a stack of books about mental health issues. I think I made some real friends that day.
*There’s really no believable way to say this, but I’m not reading about these disorders because I have one; I’m reading about them because I thought I might want to write about them. Also, they’re for a friend. Also, my boyfriend goes to another school. In Canada. You wouldn’t know him.