Openly Confused Disorder

Waking up in a sweating panic becomes ritual.
The sensation no one around feels your pain mentally or physically.
Without concrete evidence everyone believes you're a deceiver.
Standing in a crowd and feeling like you're the only individual.
The mental stability of myself is vulnerable, theoretically.
Doing the same thing daily becomes your only reliever.
Constant questioning of every decision and movement is unbearable.
Knowing that the thoughts and images will never vanish.
The hours of counseling and still have no understanding why.
Getting told that your mental illness is described as 'incurable'.
Having your friends and family dispensation because of your madness.
My addiction is stressing & over thinking with an endless supply.
Every waking moment is a regular reminder that I'm living with OCD.

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