Anxious

I've lived all my life without knowing I have OCD. Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. I have gotten anxious since I was a kid and never knew why. I had to do things in threes, for if I didn't I felt as if the world were imploding all around me. Now I know that I have it my world has gotten better.

 I still count my steps. I still do things in threes. I still have OCD.

But my world has gotten better from the support of my friends, all of whom I have finally told after thirteen long years of living life in anxiety. I still have crushing weights on my chest, and my heart beats fast as I breath deeply as I wait until an urge can pass. But with the thought of my friends keeps me going, knowing I have someon to lean on when I have an urge to count my steps or letters or to sort M&M's by color

OCD will never go away. I will always count, I will always feel safe with the number three, but my world can be better. I will get help, I will ask for help.

I will over come.

Author's Note

I have OCD, it's no walk in the park