Jessica P. 12th, Richmond, CA
Dear OCD, I’m breaking up with you. It’s not me, it’s YOU. Really. Over the past three years, we’ve been on and off—a relentless and exhausting cycle. I’m sick of it. Many times, your power has blinded me, configuring my view of my surroundings. You’ve manipulated my attitude towards my friends and family. You knew me so well, that you used the things I cared about against me. You’d induce fear and whisper intrusive thoughts into my ear—about death, sex, disasters. And don’t get me started about the rituals. The knocking three times, the counting to twelve. What was that all about? I’d bite into the fruit of compulsions, only to still be left with a bitter aftertaste. The taste of shame, guilt, frustration, anxiety. When you went away, I protected my peace. But then you would show up unannounced in the crevice of my brain, infiltrating my life. I’ve had enough. No, it doesn’t feel right. And it’ll never feel right. That’s fine. We are not one. We are not meant to be. I’m not yours, nor your property. Sincerely, Jessica Comments are closed.
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AuthorsStudents 6th-12th Grades month
November 2024
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