Tag: Anxiety

The Invisible War: Surviving An OCD Attack At A Family Gathering

Yesterday, my Harm OCD hit hard. We were at a family backyard gathering, and my three-year-old grandson was inside playing with older kids. The violent intrusive thoughts surged, screaming that I couldn’t trust the environment, making the anxiety impossible to ignore.

Instead of enjoying the cookout outside, I spent the entire time planted inside, eyes locked on him, trapped in hyper-vigilance. Crazy meds keep the baseline steady, but an OCD attack demands total surveillance. People see a grandfather watching a toddler; the mind inside is fighting a war to keep everyone safe.

“An OCD attack makes you a prisoner in your own mind, guarding what you love most from an invisible war.”

Sweaty Soles and Sanity: My Walk to the Doc.

Working from home was a breeze, but the real workout was trekking to my monthly psychiatrist appointment. I popped my trusty ‘crazy meds’ this morning, keeping my harm OCD and anxiety in check. Walking both ways transformed me into a sweaty mess, proving that even a calm day requires serious legwork. Despite the trek and a long weekend, I’m still standing strong and completely sober, enjoying my victory under the AC.

Worst Employees Ever

Woke up today and my Harm OCD is already clocking in for a double shift. Trying to negotiate with my Bipolar 2 before my feet even hit the floor. 56 years of this and I still haven’t figured out how to fire either of them. Here’s to another day of surviving the mess.

Existential Crisis: Aisle 5

Sorry for the silence. My depression teamed up for a fun game of “Who the fuck am I and what is my purpose?” Spoiler: Still don’t know. But I’m still breathing, still a grandpa, and still crazy.

Still Showing Up

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.

Hump Day With Harm OCD

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.