If I think about where I am in my head, someone will find me and kill me.
OCD for me is suffering alone. My parents do not understand, and my thoughts make it seem like they don’t love me and don’t care about me. Everyone is against me. One side of my head is the good thoughts and one side is the bad, and they are constantly arguing. I have to count my steps by 8 and they have to be even. If they aren’t then my life gets worse. My mind thinks that people are following me. I know these things are irrational but I can’t stop them.
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