I have had a form of OCD known as Generalized Anxiety Disorder for as long as I can remember. I have spent entire nights sleepless with worry about things ranging from global warming to whether or not I will be able to afford for my kids to have music lessons. (I’m 21.)
In addition to this, my OCD also has more stereotypical characteristics – for example, fear of being unclean. I often have to fight against religiously washing my hands, as any stickiness or warmth makes me sure I’ll get sick. Don’t ask me why – OCD is not a logical disorder.
When I get really anxious, I feel as if I’m being strangled from the inside, and to deal with it I draw and paint.
In this case, it just so happens that I painted a self portrait, of sorts.
Photoshop, pencils, gouache