- Date posted
- 3y
Waking up
I hate waking up. Last night I didn't want to go to bed, as I dreaded waking up this morning. I try to push everything that makes my mornings horrible away, but that didn't work... Especially in the mornings, I think about being alone at age 38, at not being and probably never been able to have a partner again, about all the things and people OCD took away from me... I missed out on so much, I lost so much and it is so horribly painful. The day POCD started marks the day of me slowly dying. And again the question: Why get up, if there is nothing and no one to get up for? And I don't only mean getting up from bed now, I mean getting up from the ground I'm lying on for over 1.5 years now. Love had always been my main goal in life and it seems, that OCD succeeded to take it away from me... I'm an empty shell.