As he try

Fading away

Feeling its breeze outside his room

A place once warm

Lulling in shadows

As he try

Fading away

Eyes once bright

Now sullen with pain

As hallways turn crisp

His mind slips

Fading away

Outside OCD

People suffering from OCD are battling their illness and the mental health system simultaneously.

What happens when the system fails the patient?
They suffer more
What happens when some medical providers turn their backs on patients?
Unwilling to treat OCD
More patients suffer

What happens when OCD providers are limited to certain areas
Patients suffer
What happens when the cost of care is unattainable?

Who created such a system?
Oppressing the most vulnerable
What happens when friends fade away?
Judging mental illness like it’s contagious
The sufferer becomes isolated
What happens to society
When we stigmatize mental health?
Fear, hopelessness, shame intertwine
Inside an OCD mind

As society wash away the stains
Proliferating our air
As patients suffer

What will happen if we address the mental health crisis?
Properly funding this system


As I slide in my slippers around the kitchen table. I want to feel zombie like, because inside I felt nothing. I didn’t know how to help him. I knew what I needed to do. He refuses to go back. I continue to slide around, the kitchen table liking the sound of my slippers.

He steps out his room to watch me for a moment. He said nothing and went back inside. Is this what it feels like for him. Overwhelmed, subdued, listless. We share being overwhelmed, but still it’s not the same.

My shuffling around the kitchen table wasn’t appeasing it only made me dizzy.



It’s not my story, but expressions from my view
As clouds litter the sky
As rain fall outside my window
Squishing noises woke me from my sleep. I checked my phone and it was 3:42am. I can’t interrupt it or make a sound. So, I lay in bed listening.

I heard the bathroom door being closed several times, next running water, then squishing noises, as soap dispenser was pressed. Once, twice, three times. I lost count… Several more times. Sink water off. Shower knob pulled. The vibrations of these rituals are vibrating off my room walls. My room is next to the bathroom. Once, twice three times. Shower running.

I think the number is 3. Water stops. Something went wrong. Sink water back on, squishing starts. Shower reruns. He’s humming happily. I pray he can go back to sleep. 4:21 am. It’s quiet. Water back on again. I fell asleep.

This is my sideview seeing someone suffer with OCD



In this stage

Mechanically guided

As ruminating thoughts

Rotate under the surface

Nobody else sees or hears

Trapped in fear

Too anxious to crack

As ruminating thoughts





Stepping into overdrive





From an outsider looking in
…..here it goes again

Muse of moon

My face sizzles under its gaze

Eyes looking out with surprise

Loving this gift

Body tingling under its gaze

My heart opens

As my insides shrill with energy

Wrapping around


Activating my heart chakra

My moon and muse

Reopening the love inside of me


Awakening was easy

Daily prayers

Easing into affirmations

Flowing into euphoric thoughts

One thing missing


Easing out
As guided meditations
Quell an active mind

As stillness become my new norm
Unattached to action

By all outside of me