Eyes are aching from writing for three hours without proper lighting.

Eyes are aching from writing for three hours without proper lighting.

For anonymous. 

For anonymous. 

Here is the secret about OCD: it isn’t just an anxiety disorder—it’s the cleverest conman of them all. Somehow, it manages to make you think you’re controlling the world as you spin wildly out of control. The feelings of anxiety are so intense, the therapy to decrease them seems as though it’s taking away everything you are. So you stop. And anxiety creeps back in, terrible in its reassurance. Remember you are human, it screams. Human, human, human.