Ocd Is Tricky. You're Smart. Logical. Even Like To Research Things Constantly, To The Point Of Mental

ocd is tricky. you're smart. logical. even like to research things constantly, to the point of mental exhaustion. ocd's will is stronger than your own. why? how? why? when? why? what if? what if? what if? ceaselessly. endlessly. drive yourself to madness, paranoia, anger, wanting to die in a ditch. your perpetually endeavoring, curious, anxious, soul needs to be out from under your flesh. the skin keeps it tacked down, held in place like a middle school frog dissection. what if i stab it? cut it? pull it apart? shred it to pieces? ocd tells you "sit down! no one wants you around, heinous little creature!" you say, "that doesn't make any sense!" ocd replies, "you will, you will, you will, you will." so you sit down. rot in that bed, evil thing. think your thoughts. tear your soul up and out. let it fester.

Vincent Van Gogh // Clarice Lispector

Monday Morning