As soon as Anatomy of Suicide opens you feel the isolation of Carol and her freefall into a life that does not consider her and won’t understand her.  With the dialogue intercut between scenes, there are words that pop out to highlight the story with humour or pathos.  The slow rhythmic changes of set and costume draw in the progress towards the inevitable fates of Carol and then Anna.  When the final scene opens up into light and space there is a feeling of hope, but at a terrible price.
This play throws up so many questions about expectations, attraction, mindfulness,  genetic  inheritance that I suggest you go and see it with someone who you can really talk to afterwards.

Written by Alice Birch with Katie Mitchell directing.  The Royal Court, Jerwood is an excellent theatre for accoustics and listening to the cast speaking these painful and sometimes funny words was cathartic.