
It’s 2018 and cartoonist Gemma Correll is not doing well. In the midst of a week-long panic attack, she is trying everything to get her nervous system to calm down. She tries long walks through Berkeley, meditation apps, magnesium, and all the liquor in her home. Lying on the ground in the fetal position is her choice method. But nothing works.
Instead, she lies awake at night, gags at the sight of food, and since she can’t get her eyes to focus, ignores work deadlines. One week turns into several. She is unravelling.
Her spiral takes her down a rickety wooden rollercoaster into “The Abyss” of exhaustion and she begins to give up. Sitting on the floor crying to her husband, she says she needs to go to the hospital. Her husband agrees.
This is where Correll’s new graphic memoir Anxietyland begins — but it’s not where her relationship with anxiety begins. For that, she takes us back to her childhood and walks us through her life living in a terrible theme park called Anxietyland.

The theme park contains rides such as the Emotional Roller Coaster, the Worry-Go-Round and the House of No Fun. Yes, there are even clowns (so many clowns) in Anxietyland — and they are terrifyingly coming from a therapist’s office. You want to tell her to run, run as fast as she can out of there.



