A devil who never sleeps pulls pins out of grenades in my mind. It’s my job to put them back in before it’s too late.
I lived with OCD undiagnosed for over 25 years. Misdiagnosed with clinical depression, pumped full of pharmaceuticals that didn’t make a dent in the problem but had a variety of other bad effects.
I eventually ditched all of that and decided to go it alone. About 10 years of hell ensued before I stumbled on a video about Pure O and suddenly I had a name for my weirdness.
Now I fight a government who refuses to recognise OCD is real, and recruitment consultants who refuse to put me forward for job interviews because I have OCD. I have become a non-entity. Persona non grata. My attempts at CBT have been ground into dust between these two opposing forces. As such, I have been forced to return to the way of life I know best: spotting hand grenades, and putting the pins back in, before it’s too late.
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