Category: #ocd
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I get a little closer to closing this chapter.
It’s something. I guess, a person like me, I should be happy with anything I get. The shit sandwiches and black eyes. After all, I have been and believed I was, something you flush. I love my son, I wasn’t allowed to see him for 6 years because I have a mental illness. OCD. And…
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Just because you see me; doesn’t mean I’m not dead.
I’ve been quiet for 8 years, now it’s your turn. Over the last several years I have learned what is truly valuable to us as human beings. It is our ability to live life daily free of any debilitating physical or emotional problems that diminish our capacity to enjoy life and compromise our sense of…
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My pessimistic outlook on everything.
There are a few things in life, a sadistic bunch of situations. The aforementioned, few things. They are the culprits, offenders, the blindside. The feeling you get when you watch and feel your heartbreak, but, this, special sort of broken heart, you only die a little bit every day. Some days, you may find reprieve…
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Burn the boats.
If you want to take an island, you must burn the boats. It’s time to Rip the rear view mirror off. She was fierce She was strong She wasn’t simple She was crazy And Sometimes she barely slept She always had something to say She had flaws and that was ok And when she was…
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Words for your week ahead.
“I wanna kick you in the nuts. You are an insensitive penguin kicking baby slapping fart knocker.”
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She never dies.
Thedreamerwhoneverdies. I’m going to tell you about the joys and astonishing first-hand experience of dreading the time your eyes grow heavy, becoming tired. And your body Is forced to sleep. And you know you’ll wake up again, with the syndrome that carries no cure. Of “What is.” And not “what’s possible.” I will be honest.…
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I named my spirit horse, Turbulence.
A few new insights as I begin my 42nd year. “I change during the course of a day. I wake and I’m one person, and when I go to sleep I know for certain I’m somebody else.” -BOB DYLAN
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Can anyone else hear this shit?
I am not saying “I hear voices,” I’m not off my meds, nor should you worry about my mental state. My apologies if I’ve made you feel uncomfortable. There are far too many people around so I can’t scream at the top of my lungs like I want to do right about now. In normative…
I am AnxietyGirl; leaping to the worst possible conclusion in a single bound. 