Verónica Casas

"Anxiety" Mayo 2015, boceto (Castellano abajo) I open my eyes . I want to scream . Climb the highest peak . Squeeze . Biting . Run to the other side of the world and back. What will happen tomorrow? I sit down , I get up; I sit  down again while my restless leg   keeps on moving . Something   grinds down   my chest , I feel my pounding   heart  wanting to burst and   run far away . I shrivel up . I cry. I should get to work . Guilt. I lock myself at home ; then  I want to   get out and drink the world through my eyes . I tremble . I c lench my jaws. My arms are so heavy. Tiredness gets the best of me ; I fall asleep ...   I open my eyes . I want to scream ...  ======================= Abro los ojos. Quiero gritar. Subir al pico más alto . Apretar. Morder. Correr al otro extremo del mundo y después volver. ¿Que pasará mañana? Me siento, me levanto; me vuelvo a sen...

(castellano abajo)   One day, back in April 2013, I started   crying . Just like that. It was a heartbroken weeping, like something was being torn from inside me. It was somewhat more of a tantrum than mere   crying , complete with hiccuping and shortness of breath. Big tears flew down my cheeks that would be the envy of any Studio Ghibli character. The problem started when the   crying   didn't stop that day. I was   crying   non-stop for the whole next week. I wept tears as I ate, and watching a movie was just plain impossible in the middle of that flooding. I was too ashamed to go out because I couldn't control that. I think I only stopped when I fell asleep, exhausted; and even then, I used to wake up with wet cheeks. And that wasn't even the worst. All this came with a feeling of being stuck deep down a well. Of being crap inside a black hole, narrow, deep and wet from which I would never get out. In which I would drown like a shrunken...