Once upon a time, I was walking a tight-rope to madness when
days blended together with a small adjournment for sleep,
if you could call it sleep.
Multitudes of black obstacles would drive deep into my brain and
nestle themselves comfortably into my deepest subconscious,
devouring that last shred of sanity that I held tight.
Each tiny theme rolled into a heavyweight burden and
I could barely see a chink of light in the blanket of depression.
Every day would spiral into a gruelling replay of the day before.
Obsessive Compulsive Disorder is not choosy on whom
it will inflict itself upon.
I should know, for, at the age of twenty five it announced
its arrival at my door.
I have no idea, though it is said that people who outrageously attempt
to attain perfection in all things, which is quite impossible, of course,
are prone to developing this perplexing enigma.
Before you know it, your life is overtaken.
Years are wasted because you are overwhelmingly incapacitated.
Time slipping through your fingers,
and feelings of being swamped by these totally ridiculous thoughts.
You feel out of control and can't get sense back.
In my opinion, OCD is something that will never leave us.
How did I get myself back on to the right side of sanity?
A strong rubber band………yes, really.
If you want to know more....................ask me………