Obsessive Compulsive Disorder - Alexis Henderson

Watercolor
18" x 24"
 
My beautiful is your beautiful because we are of the same both similar and different I don’t care what you look like or who you like to fuck. I don’t care what church you worship or whether you are ivy league or street smarts or both. The pain is real and your suffering might not be as loud or crude as mine or someone else’s but I can see you and its ok to struggle. Its ok to be different. Its ok to need to scream and its ok because your mind is beautiful and when I look towards you, I see it. I want safe spaces to celebrate our differences that always lead to our lingering connections on our connectedness. If you showed up today in life and didn’t hurt yourself in any way and ate something or said something kind to yourself or said something kind to someone else… that’s it. That’s what it takes to heal. I practice being kind to myself despite my first inclination to be cruel. I have a few diagnoses and I have a few scars. I still have phrases and judgments and words that linger. I obsess over things that make no rational sense outside of my own thinking. I’m awkward. I’m anxious. Most days I hide. I spend most of my time alone but I’m still here despite the crippling distortions. I made it. I’m alive. The brain is beautiful when we direct our focus to the fact that it is. I genuinely need for others to know that its ok to struggle especially when your thoughts lie to you as well.