I didn't cut the kitchen faucet off The thought pops in my head as soon as I sit I've never left the water running But now, I have? No, I haven't I know I cut it off Besides, I'd hear it running, right? I cut it off, like always I won't check I won't check [...]
I don’t think about why I’m taking my medicine anymore. In the beginning, I knew each pill was a step in the right direction, perfectly calibrated to make life more bearable and help me work through my depression. Turn my baseline anxiety from an 8 to a 3, which keeps me from reaching a 10 [...]
A poem featuring some of my endless thoughts when my OCD and anxiety were worst.