It derives from Christian superstition: thirteen people were present the night before Jesus' death on Good Friday.
I have no control over dissociative behavior, and I guess the stress caused by the anxiety flipped the switch. I started to feel dizzy, my vision became blurry, and it felt like I was glued to the car seat. What the hell do I do now?
A scented candle isn't going to make my craving for escapism go away. In fact, it may dangerously replace an old addiction from a new one.