#akathisia #restlessness #mentalhealthprofessionals #authorjacarterwinward All images are under copywrite and may not be used without express permission of the author. No, I have no idea what that means. My son used to say it all the time and it made me giggle. It's actually under one of my paintings, part of an art installation called "The Art of the Unconscious." But more on that later. Every once in a while, I get an email that stops me in my tracks. It's not just because

A poem before AKATHISIA had a name The world doesn’t care, so you must. People closest can’t see the pain, the raging nightmare that is #AKATHISIA inside you. Even if they could, they don’t want to. It’s too terrifying and the demands are too great. In case you’re wondering, yes. I think about giving up, every, single day. Giving up what? Infer what you will. But. I love Life. I loved it before, and I found ways to love it throughout, up until now. And the moment you tell you

The young woman stood at the cash register ringing me up. Her short-sleeved shirt revealed multiple tattoos all up and down her arm, hands. None of them looked like they had been done professionally. I asked her about a couple of innocuous designs and she seemed to draw in on herself as she told me, voice halting and a bit unsure, the miniature tale of each design. She showed me all of them but the largest, most pronounced one on her forearm. I didn’t want to pry. But then I

"All the world's a waiting room, and we are (running) out of patience and patients, both."--JACW Welcome to akathisia.life's newest page and blog. I'm sorry, my friends, it's taken me so long to show up here. I've been anxiously engaged in a cause, one that affects us all, so thank you for your patience and for being here, with us, with me, today. As I've searched for the reasons, the "why" of akathisia, as well as searching for ways to mitigate its impact on my life and the