12 x 6 x 4 in
Anxiety is a cancer (Latin for crab); terminal, difficult to treat, nigh impossible to live with. It cuts your nose to spite your face, stifles your breath, holds you hostage and vulnerable. This crab is a plight that only you yourself can see, that you carry with you, almost as an attachment to very head that sits upon your shoulders. Anxiety is your own frustration that others cannot see.