‘In Berlin, I went into a cocoon, went to mush. A happy mush, separated from my world by a gigantic land mass and a different mobile provider. I came together again on the other side able to find a state of mush for myself, able to write again,’
How does a writer exist amongst an emotion that paralyses them from putting pen to paper? This essay probes the setbacks as well as possibilities of producing work out of our negative feelings, as Jemima navigates through the literature of anxiety, pulling from the likes of Natasha Brown to Sheila Heti, to question the role of this complex notion in generating words.