The Rage Of OCD
When I finished the two posts about losing my therapist Kara , I left my readers with a sense that I was dealing with what happened rather well. To be honest, I thought I was dealing with it a lot better and had begun to accept things. Having answers to some of my questions did help at that time, but when a person has OCD these feelings of acceptance can be very short lived.
More questions begin to enter my mind and I questioned these questions. I've been worrying over the details of what happened so much that I've begun to wonder if things happened the way I thought they did. I've even questioned what happened to the point of wondering if my very life was just an illusion.
I've tried to capture what it's like inside my mind during these times:
Thoughts swirl thru my mind nonstop... continually and never ending - like walking thru an endless tunnel-totally dark, nothing except these thoughts-is that a minuscule spot of light hundreds of yards ahead? Could it possibly be an end to this tunnel of torment? An end to these questions? Please! There has to be an end! Sometime, somewhere, somehow, someway there has to be an end!
Thoughts swirl like dust and debris in a storm. The wind rages. The rain blows hard. Trees are being ripped out of the ground. Thunder booms and lightening cuts through the night. The power of my thoughts rage and roar seemingly forever.
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More questions begin to enter my mind and I questioned these questions. I've been worrying over the details of what happened so much that I've begun to wonder if things happened the way I thought they did. I've even questioned what happened to the point of wondering if my very life was just an illusion.
I've tried to capture what it's like inside my mind during these times:
Thoughts swirl thru my mind nonstop... continually and never ending - like walking thru an endless tunnel-totally dark, nothing except these thoughts-is that a minuscule spot of light hundreds of yards ahead? Could it possibly be an end to this tunnel of torment? An end to these questions? Please! There has to be an end! Sometime, somewhere, somehow, someway there has to be an end!
Thoughts swirl like dust and debris in a storm. The wind rages. The rain blows hard. Trees are being ripped out of the ground. Thunder booms and lightening cuts through the night. The power of my thoughts rage and roar seemingly forever.
For more information on Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder click here.