To be sick to the point of being incapacitated and rotting quite literally from the inside out. When meditating in my downstairs washroom I remembered a lot about how I come down here habitually when I am ill. I find myself unable to use my upstairs washroom at night as the paranoia of being overheard and waking my family makes me feel too guilty to vomit when ill there. I couldnâ€™t help but also think of a time as a child when I had dehydrated myself vomiting here, I was very dizzy and had to spend the night there. I donâ€™t remember a lot of it as I was light headed and tired which is a little disturbing to me.
My anxieties make up a lot of my thoughts because of my anxiety disorder and it reflects a lot on how I look at things and how they remain in my mind. This of course applies to the complete pool of information in my brain which can muddle and miscommunicate certain feelings and emotions. Reflecting these anxieties onto my home through characters allows for a sense of understanding and fully grasping these thoughts.
Tyler Anderson , 17 yrs
Etobicoke School of the Arts