I reflect on moments of anxiety/dissociation that I sometimes experience. In this state I understand my body as a complex machinery that can easily fail and realise how fragile vital processes are. These thoughts are deeply unsettling. While this process has a primarily personal character, within a system that works on the basis of exploitation, affective disorders are political. The intimate un-wellbeing is political, the oppressing feeling inside my head is a reflection and reproduction of the systemic oppression around me. Not pretending to be well, to display the apparent brokeness becomes an act of protest.