I truly do believe that what an ocd sufferer has to go through might just be the most difficult mental existence imaginable. I think… there are no real comparisons, or at least I do hope not when it comes to any other person suffering with a mental illness. Because OCD is a mental illness, and I also think that… of all the mental illnesses out there it appears to be the… least associated with any real and working parts of the sufferer’s brain. Like it just needs to be turned off, that how it feels for a sufferer and that exactly the way it appears to have to be done to achieve something resembling normalcy. You either suffer like crazy or.. your live your life well with it. Like ignoring the greatest malfunctioning of brain imaginable. I’ve been doing that for twenty-eight-years whilst simultaneously wishing to simply work and live my life as normally as anyone else appears to be doing around me. I have an exhibition for my scribbles this month at Grey Heron, as I mentioned before. Am I scared? No, not really. Will I mention the OCD? I cannot but, to be perfectly honest. It’s too… unignorable for me not to lend a word or ten to it during the opening-night speech. I hope the exhibit goes well, but for me it’s certainly come to feel like all part of the scribbles process going forward. It’s mine, and I’m terrifically proud of what I do, and will continue to do with it. I’ll stand behind all of it – every last and next piece that I continue to write because, well, I do appear to have hacked into a seriously artistic part of my brain whilst also, of course, dealing with said OCD. Keep on going, right? Through thick and thin? Absolutely, I will. I have no other choice 😃