Today I feel betrayed. Not by someone I know, but from something that I’ve known my whole life. My brain. My thoughts. My obsessions.
In fact, I’m rather livid. I’m mad that I can’t get a hold of my disorder most days. I have missed out on so many things because of obsessions that keep me in my head instead of in the moment.
Some days I feel hopeful that my therapy and medication are working but then I slink back into obsessive thoughts.
Just like that I have to start over again.