Fuck Anxiety Wax Melts

Anxiety.

Sometimes it’s the static fuzzing the signal of your everyday life. Other times, it’s the cast of Drumline wailing away in time with your pounding heart and racing thoughts.

Either way, you’ve got better things to do than to sit captive to the obnoxious ear worm of anxiety.

For those days when your body feels chaotic and you wish someone would fold you into a hug and tell you everything’s going to be okay, there’s Fuck Anxiety.

With notes of warm vanilla and fresh linen, Fuck Anxiety is like a warm blanket and a cup of chamomile tea. Like a deep tissue massage for your brain. Like a giant teddy bear giving your neuroses the finger.

Inhale comfort, exhale stress. You’ve got this covered.

Gone are the days of methodically dipping bits of string into vats of rendered tallow to make candles so that you can ward off the unrelenting darkness of those long, winter evenings (which you will then spend darning socks while Pa reads aloud from the scriptures, naturally).