Some friends were over on the weekend and they fit into a heated debate on a subject that gives me panic attacks just when I think about it on my own, let alone when others say things to bring my deepest darkest fears to the surface, as well as saying things that make me want to irrationally strike out.
It was very hard on me, so I got my sketch book and started to sketch. At first I didn’t know what I was doing. My brain was racing and I was not paying real attention to what my fingers were drawing, then suddenly there was a kitten in front of me, on the paper.
I give you my Anxiety Kitten