I had this vision the other day of my OCD as a plant that is growing inside my head, with a knotted mass of vines wrapped around my brain and a single tendril extending out of my mouth and blooming into a flower; I might try to paint this at some point.
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What has your coping journey been like? Have you found success in anything specific?
I enjoy your symbolism of a flower and by extension a garden.
Good luck in your garden, may you find the peace you are looking for.