- Date posted
- 2y ago
Frozen Pie
Tonight I walked to my freezer to get a piece of chocolate pie. There are two pieces. So tell me why I’m suddenly terrified to eat one because my brain instantly attached heavy consequences to the piece of pie, and I cannot eat it. Consequences that have nothing to do with pie, but consequences that scare me. Pie has no cosmic powers, at least that I’m aware of. I stood in my kitchen, cried, and yelled at the voice of my OCD whom I’ve named Patrice just for moments like these. This whole ordeal took less than a minute. Anything can be a trigger, even in the midst of great healing. But I’m ok. Still can’t eat the pie, and I’m swearing some more at Patrice, but I’m ok. Lol.