The following description is from Laura Hillenbrand’s article in the New Yorker from 2003 called A Sudden Illness: How my life changed. The end of the line that reads “the Walls folded and unfolded is the most accurate description I’ve ever read of vertigo. Something that’s inherently difficult to nail!  I think it’s very useful to have captured something as undulating and rotating as vertigo.

“The vertigo wouldn’t stop. I didn’t lie on my bed so much as ride it as it swung and spun. There was a constant shrieking sound in my ears. The furniture flexed and skidded around the room, and the walls folded and unfolded. Every few days there was a sudden plunging sensation, and I would throw my arms out to catch myself. The leftward eye-rolling came and went. Sleep brought no respite; every dream took place on the deck of a tossing ship, a runaway rollercoaster, a plane caught in violent turbulence, a falling elevator. Looking at anything close-up left me reeling.”

The whole piece is archived here