Like no one here (maybe except someone who is going through the same thing, obviously) understands how much I fucking hate OCD. Like I really wish I was kidding and that I was making this shit up. Seriously. One big example is how I literally crave close female friendships even though I have quite a few already (Alhamdulillah). But, there’s so much shit I don’t say or tell them or carve out that emotional connection with them because of my OCD. Because of my abuse. Because of so many things. I don’t fucking know.
Where did all those feelings go? People spend their whole lives looking for love. Poems and songs and entire novels are written about it. But how can you trust something that can end as suddenly as it begins?