- Date posted
- 1y
I don’t want to get better.
I don’t want to get better because I think I can’t get better. Which logically speaking is false but I don’t think logically. I am realizing that have lived with my OCD for so long that I actually love it. Yes, I said it. I love my OCD because if I didn’t, why am I still allowing myself to live with it. My OCD causes me a great deal of suffering but I haven’t lived a normal life in over 20 years. I don’t remember life without OCD. This is something that I working to overcome because I want to live normally again. I am defining “normal” as a daily existence where I don’t believe “numbers”, “wall cracks”, “light flares”, “sounds”, “muscle twitches”, “ear ringings” are all forms of communication from something greater that is driving my life. Telling me what to think, where to go and what to do.