OCD quotes 🩵🧠

I like the quote you posted! I also like "You don't have to see the whole staircase, just take the first step."

Haha I don’t know why but the Hillary Duff movie “Another Cinderella Story” quote always lived rent free in my mind. “Don’t let the fear of striking out, keep you from playing the game”

🌸"And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom." --Anaïs Nin🌸

"Courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the judgment that something is more important than fear. The brave may not live forever, but the cautious do not live at all".

"I may never know for certain."

Sit with it and do nothing else

Those are good! I would like to hear more. ❤️

" Hope is the only thing stronger than fear". It's president snow's quote off of the Hunger Games. I also have one of my own: "You can't learn to pick yourself up, without falling down".

I know it's not directly OCD related but lately a scene I think of often when I say "maybe, maybe not" is the scene from Renfield where the group counselor says to Renfield, "What would happen if you stopped focusing on his [Dracula's] needs?" And it's literally the first time Renfield has ever allowed himself to consider the possibility.

“You can't stop the waves, but you can learn to surf.”

I love these !!! 🩷🩷🩷

My therapist gave me this quote “I have 0% control of my emotions, 50% control of my thoughts, and 100% control of my actions.”

Paraphrasing from one of Frances Hardinge's novels (I believe it was Cuckoo Song): "Nothing is certain, but nothing is set in stone." Another gem from her novel Gullstruck Island (paraphrasing): "The world doesn't get to decide who I am; it is for me to decide what shape the world shall take."

Recently my coworker told me, “do not borrow stress”

Amen

There is no fear of drowning as long as the whale is in the water. ⚘️🕊

You can't stop intrusive thoughts from flying around your head but you can stop them from making a nest in your hair

This is quite the long one and also contains spoilers for episode 64 of the podcast Camp Here & There (which I totally recommend listening to blind so be warned!) but it’s definitely my favorite; “I’ve cowered too long. I’ve refused to see, closed the blinds of my world to cradle the kernel of my fear. I will stare, fully, wholly, into the beautiful corona, as I crawl within an inch of my life. Upwards. Upwards. Slowly, grinding and pulling at the earth with a fervent, languid heave. One clench after another. I keep crawling, even as the drawing light starts to bleach through my eyelids, like acid through tissue. I can’t blink it away. You’d think I’d be used to it by now. The heat sizzles my mouth dry, and the sweat runs off me in chemical sheets. Through the animal suture of my vision, I see the storms to come. I see it all, the beginning and the end: I see the camp buoyed on a sea made of melted phone screens and charred honeycomb. I see Juniper, knuckles bone-white and bleeding on the glass, laughing as he hammers sense back into the world with the sheer percussion of survival. I see Soren, on hands and knees, pulling the dead out of the mud, weeping deliriously as he names them. I see Fennel in the grip of something huge and burning. They are smiling. The storm swallows them both, but I can still hear Soren’s voice in the updraft, clear and unafraid. You would like that, wouldn't you, Soren? I keep looking. Worse things arrive. The sun pulses, spitting kaleidoscopes of tragedy. Birds ignite in flight. Clouds curdle into knuckles before lashing out in violence. The winds shear trees clean, then peel the lawns like old glue bandages. I see it all, every possibility, every ending. They crowd together, fight for precedence, jerk through me like lightning hitching a ride on my lymph system. But there is beauty, too, in the crush. A hundred faces, some I know and some I never will; they scavenge, they mourn, but they keep making tunnels. They keep making paths. The storm flattens, and still the hands raise up houses against the sky. Even in the hollow of disaster, the world is thick with wanting to live. My heart is a centrifuge. My ribs want to shatter. The light thickens and blazes, white with fury and knife-bone. I do not stop. I crawl upwards, I crawl in service of every "if I get out" promise I gave the tunnel, the sky, Juniper, myself. I pay for every inch with my vision. The light chars my retinas. I know I am going blind. I watch the sun until it is a white-hot needle, until the darkness rushes in from the sides. I will not look away. It’s burned in, every image, every forecast, every warning. If it costs my eyes, let it. I will be the prophet they need, even if I have to spell the warnings in blood on the walls of the camp. My eyes are melting, but my mind is clear. And then the world goes dark-swirl, hot, then cold, then nothing. I am without light, but I know the way.” Sorry you had to scroll past that wall of text lol I’m incapable of shutting up about my special interest