This one’s my tic. When anxiety hits, my right hand starts—fingers twitching, like they’re flipping tiny switches. And right then, a melody kicks in my head. Matches every flick. Not random. Like my brain’s wiring a beat to the motion.

I didn’t fight it. I turned it into a song. Full track now—chips beeping, switches clicking. So when the tic starts, I don’t panic. I just… bang my head, tap my toes. It’s still there, but it’s mine. Not a glitch. A rhythm.