Category: #ocd
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When I was a little kid:
On my birthday, my wish was to have a family. Nothing perfect, I never wished for anything like money, or shoes, all I ever wanted was a place that I belonged. It’ll be two years in November, my wishes became reality. My best friend makes up all the members of my family that I wished…
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Billions of little pieces.
One year and what seems like a lifetime ago. I am not the same. 2023 there was a shift, with that shift I have found the conclusion to this book. The the final chapter was written. For that I’m blessed. My axis was bent, in the other direction and for the first time in my…
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Be quiet,
When you get envious of what I have, remember. I am of what you have. I have nice stuff, that’s only because there’s no life in my house, every other weekend life comes to visit and closes his bedroom door. So I buy him stuff. It makes him open the door for a little while…
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Well, kinda..
Most of the crow I’ve choked down has been cold, and long past expiration. I believe people do have the capacity to change. I was the star in my own dysfunctional movie. Groundhog Day, over and over. Expecting different results from grandfathered ways of living. On that day, the pain, I cannot articulate, the pain.…
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Disclaimer: I do not lend myself to this lifestyle anymore. To each their own, but this chapter has long since been closed.
For what it’s worth… “As little-mac sees it:” All or nothing? A submissive opinion. 50/50 Vs. 100/100 June 25, 2016 There are plenty of questions about my choice to live 24/7 in my D/s dynamic. Is it healthy? Aren’t you embarrassed? Is my decision to be in service, 24/7, in whatever capacity Master deems…
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The beginning of the end.
I’ve noted them all, the remarkably different personalities. Some try to keep me by writing me a song or a poem to make me think I was different as if I didn’t already know as much. Some who try to fuck me into staying, like fucking has anything to do with love. Some gave big…
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It was so far past due;
I’m closing the chapter finally, almost a year later. I had to escape, and I’ve been hiding for 289 days. Here are some words from this journey, my journey. The beginning was just as torturous as the middle and the end. I used I have regrets, I sometimes look back at things, and I wish…
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Lucid, if you want.
I have these lucid moments and they scare me. Because when I’m lucid that’s when I see my potential and I feel it in my body, but I know the feeling is fleeting because I will get sucked in, the pull of my back pants pockets and the pop into my world of dissociation. I…
I am AnxietyGirl; leaping to the worst possible conclusion in a single bound. 