(This is a part of a series in which I try to depict facets of bipolar disorder through conceptual images.)

Anxiety has the power to turn you into a very scared and vulnerable creature. Under its claws, your wings are clipped; you walk away on tip-toes fearing your demons. You’re aware of this, but the claws are too sharp and you grow more and more frustrated with yourself -- because who wants to be onion-skinned?