Category: #ocd
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Waking from my slumber.
Change,….whispered, my patient higher power. Her whispers graduated to, Suggestion, morphed into Begging, then outright humiliating pleading, and with all earnestness, I ignored, tuned out, and placed blame. She had enough….her lesson that followed. Well, it’s been catastrophic. In October 2014 I started, slowly, painfully, yawning. Waking from my slumber. The angel, “Swami” offered his…
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Dirt Beneath my Fingernails..
I still, and I will never stop. Days the cinder blocks earnestly pull me back, I will drop to my knees. But I will not stop. My dearest son, I will crawl, digging my fingernails, into the earth. I will be exhausted I may bleed I may cry But my tears aren’t from my agony…
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2 Feet Of Water
I’ve swam and survived in 1000 feet of water I’ve swam clutching the side of deflating life rafts, in 500 feet of water. I survived. I’ve swam and survived riptides in 400 feet of water I’m exhausted I’m exhausted, I’ll fall apart with all my heart, You can watch from your window. It’s been months…
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Been there, done that, have the T-shirt.
Some of the best advice I stumbled upon. “Feel free to ask that question early on and get aggressive. I believe in paranoia as an amazing self-protective mechanism.” I didn’t catch the name of the bloke who put the aforementioned prose together, but thanks.
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Self satirical outlook on becoming self-aware that I was completely steadfast in my earnest attempts to be unaware of.
Ok, so I have OCD, bad OCD. Not the kind of TV sitcom producers and 20 something writers who keep making an uneducated pun or butt of a joke. I’m not anal-retentive like most people with OCD are typecast. I’m in recovery from OCD, everyday I battle to stay out of my prison, my head…
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The princess finally saved herself.
To whom it may concern, Today, (August 17, 2019) Saturday evening. A not so subtle sucker punch came in from the right. As sucker punches usually present themselves it Seemingly it came without provocation. That sucker punch didn’t stick around long enough so I could say, “thank you.” Before the aforementioned, I was lost aimlessly…
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Why?
I come to you with my heart in my hands. There are pieces of it that are missing, left with people who couldn’t love me the way I needed to be loved. Being all-knowing. You already knew that. There are arteries with tiny holes, for all the ways I’ve convinced myself I wasn’t enough. The…

