Some mornings I wake up already at war with my own mind—violent intrusive thoughts, violent intrusive images and don’t forget the 100 miles per hour racing thoughts, no peace. And still, I get dressed and show up to work. Not because it’s easy, but because I’m still here.
If these thoughts ever feel like you might act on them or you feel unsafe, please call/text 988 right away.
I’ve deleted this blog more times than I can remember.
Maybe I wasn’t starting over.
Maybe I was erasing parts of my story that were worth keeping.
So here I am again.
#MentalHealth #OCD #Recovery #SelfDiscovery
Happy hump day, my fellow crazies.
Midweek progress isn’t always loud. Sometimes it’s just wearing the OCD shirt, drinking coffee, surviving Harm OCD’s nonsense, and still showing up anyway.
That counts.