The Lie I Didn't Know I Was Living

You Can’t Heal What You Keep Hiding

I painted this when I felt jailed in by my own circumstances and couldn't see a way out.

There was a time in my life when making the bed just right felt like a ticket to love. If I swept the floors, wore the right clothes, kept my hair and makeup perfectly done — maybe then they'd love me. Maybe then I'd be enough. Maybe then I would finally belong.

There…