Dear OCD

Dear OCD,

I’ve known you all of my life;

Though I didn’t know

your name until now….

I thought everything

was normal; I was always

told that it was…But

deep down, I always knew

Nothing about how I

felt was normal. But I

had convinced myself

that it was

I convinced myself that

counting everything possible,

or checking things more than

necessary, or turning a doorknob

an obsessive amount of times

Was my normal

It wasn’t until I got

the panic I got in my

chest when I didn’t do these things

that I realized

This. was. not. normal.

However...you are a part of me...

a part of my life that will

not go away….something that

makes me who I am

My OCD, makes me ME.