I wanted to make an abstract short about how it felt for me when my anxiety disorder was at its depressing worst. How you do it to yourself, but can't help it. How your world becomes the smallest ever, yet you can't seem to find a way out.
Everything became black and white - mostly black even - and there was no room for healthy thoughts left. I hated feeling so anxious, and hated the fact I couldn't help it even more. A deep feeling of failure mixed in with all the fears, spiraling me down even more.
Music: 'Blue feather' and 'Snowdrop' played simultaneously. (Both played by Kevin MacLeod.)