Okay pals you wanna know what OCD is
It’s not when you sort your shoes by color. It’s not when clean your room twice a week. It’s not when you flip the pillow over five times because you need to find JUST the right cool spot
OCD is when you apologize to someone twenty times over nothing because you just don’t feel sorry enough every time. OCD is washing your hands until the skin cracks because the germs can’t ALL be dead. OCD is when you can’t pray in peace because you’re afraid you’ll be punished in some way if you mess up. OCD is hiding under your blankets because you heard someone say something that you never, under any circumstances, want to let yourself repeat. OCD is letting an outlandish thought grow like a parasite in your brain until it affects your very notion of reality. OCD is not being at peace in your own mind because there’s always something there that you don’t want, hitting you over and over and over and never stopping no matter what, like your brain has some sort of masochistic point to prove. OCD is trying your hardest not to crack, not to make a face, not to cry out because you don’t want people to stare. OCD is feeling like your brain is going to collapse on itself. OCD is the constant feeling that somehow, it’s all your fault
You wanna say “everyone is a little OCD” and think your strange little habits make you cute and quirky? Okay, whatever. But chances are that when you go to sleep at night, you’re not worrying about finding a moment of peace when your thoughts will just leave you alone. Maybe your dreams don’t haunt you the next day like some kind of sin. Maybe your worries all fit neatly into a little box in the back of your mind because even your THOUGHTS are organized, you silly little neat-freak, you.
And maybe, just maybe, you don’t know a darn-tootin’ thing about OCD, you glorious little frick nugget, and you should shut your cute n’ quirky mouth before I punch it closed. Twice. With each hand. Anything less would just feel weird.