I once drove 45 minutes to a restaurant and ate in my car.

Meanwhile, Twitchy (that's what I named my anxiety) was in the passenger seat, seatbelt on, reviewing the menu like he'd been invited. He had not been invited.

If this is painfully familiar you're not broken. You're just dealing with a very pushy uninvited passenger. And yes, you can learn to kick Twitchy out of the car. 🚗