Gasping

From shoulders to thumbs, both arms in plaster casts.

From knees to toes, both legs in cement.

Propped standing center stage in front of the world, you are given a live, gasping fish to hold in your hands. As long as you keep hold of this fish, you keep hold of your sanity. The moment yours hands slip, the moment the fish squirms free of your fingers… panic devours you whole and you are lost to a scream.

This is life with a Panic Disorder.

This is life Chronic Anxiety.

This is life with Mental Illness.

I’d appreciate those in the audience to take note.

Thank you.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe