My OCD is a monster in my mind that won't go away
“Suffering” wouldn’t have crossed your mind.
But suffer I did — from obsessive compulsive disorder (OCD).
I couldn’t even talk to anyone about it because I knew they’d think I was crazy. I was stuck in this invisible prison of shame. If OCD knew how to take breaks, maybe I’d have found some respite, but it’s not that benevolent.
The portrait below describes my inner landscape on an average day throughout those years.
The drama begins before I even wake up. Did you know you can feel anxious in your sleep? Well, I didn’t until it began happening.
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