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