You'll never fully understand;

I want you to go, right now,

whenwillseptemberend:

and thank God. Thank Him for not giving you the disorders He gave me. Thank Him for not allowing you to experience the horrifying, debilitating, panic attacks I have almost everyday. Thank Him for not putting these horrible thoughts into your head. Thank Him for allowing you to understand your mind and actions. Thank Him for the fact that you aren’t going crazy because of the things that manifest in your mind.

Now, I want you to thank Him for knowing that I am strong enough to live through all of these things, even when I don’t know it myself. I want you to thank Him for believing in me, even when I don’t believe in myself.

(via cocaine-flame)

Simplicity at its Finest: Anxiety.

#28 - I hate it when people don’t take mental illnesses seriously.

hedgehug:

If you like stuff clean and organized, you are NOT OCD.

If you are sad or having a bad time, not matter how bad it is, you are NOT with a depression.

Psychiatric diseases are vicious and cruel, if you don’t have one, just thanks whatever Gods you pray to.

(via justsoaringthrough)

Reblog if you have OCD.

(Source: disenchanted-heart)

theindiephilosopher:

ocd awareness week.  google it and fight the ignorance that people have towards ocd.

I need control.

(Source: folie-a-une)

Recently I’ve noticed,

when I walk, I have to lead with my left foot. When I lead with my right, I feel this rush of anxiety, and I start to instantly panic.

If I stop on my left, I have to lift my right foot, put it back down, then lead with my left.

I honestly find this ritual one of the strangest I have, because every other thing in my life, has to be done on/with/for my right side. Everything.

I just keep it inside, and it just keeps building.

I hide my OCD from a lot of people. Not many of my ‘friends’ know I have it, and the people that do know, don’t know the extent of it. I’ve been asked before for a list of my rituals/complusions. It would take to long to name them all, but I’ll post the major ones, one at a time.

Counting - I count every word I say, you say, that is written, sung, said in a commercial/tv show, road signs, thoughts. I count every single one, and I do it all at once. I can separate out different converstaions, voices, etc. in my head, and count them at the same time. They have to end in an even amount.

I also count my steps. I don’t count them like, one two three, etc. I count them in cheerleading counts. Cheer counts: one TWO three FOUR five SIX seven EIGHT. If eight doesn’t happen when I’m stepping with my right foot, we have problems.

I do all of this, in my head. If I hadn’t told you, and you were around me, you would never know that I am counting literally everything.

My mind is a prison.

schmiedster:

im trapped in my own head and i there’s escape.

hiding within my own problems.

im locked in, and the key is gone.

someone help me.

im begging you.

(Source: onwardmydear)