I got diagnosed with Arithmomania OCD a while back.
I grew up knowing something felt off.
I’ve always had ticks & anxious pa-tterns, but I never accepted that part of myself.
Why was that?
COVID shut down made health a priority & I started therapy to unpack.
The irony is…anguist yet peace of numbers.., repetition, and categorization was the very reason I hated Algebra & its placements. I’d scoff. I grew up thinking I lacked.
I grew up so frustrated at myself. Thoughts isolated in shame…trying my best to hide how I had to repeat a word or phrase until it felt perfect…perfect.
How I couldn’t physically clean let alone move unless I counted items…trying my best to relax. Just relax!
Staying up massively late wrestling with self-loathing caused by a caught intrusive thought, telling myself to get up and do a ritual just to be good enOugh, just to feel safe enOugh, just to feel accepted, enOugh. Alright, that’s enough.
Not being able to focus on what is said to me that DAY because I wanna remember how they felt over what they would sAy. Frustrating my friends because I asked a question three times because even though they don’t think I listen, I want to make sure they KNOW how much my mind does not mind. Because I asked three times instead of nine, three times, three times with eye contact.
obsessing over every detail I can remember of loved one’s stories, just for them not to remember, thinking they don’t care enough about me within their memorY or worse, view me as some fabler with no emotional tie to their story who needed to add her portrayal for future validity and her case backed. Who needed an exploited narration to make an amusing tale for a funny punchline or any wisecrack.
So.. wack.
Anxiety makes you bury yourself in your lap.
I grew up in a culture that glorified invocating it all away. How beautiful it is to chant and pray something away… just enough times, and maybe perhaps… Perhaps peer acceptance I’d achieve. What is wrong with me? how am I being perceived?
Perhaps I could rid of this inner critic, maybe believe in my own transformation. Shout out Romans 12:2 and not Saul’s but Paul’s- (not King Saul’s, I mean, both Saul had mania-induced murderous obsessive infatuations). Shout out Paul’s, not Saul’s transformative impact…
There will probably be only two people that got biblical reference names word playback.
The irony of not believing in my own expectations.
Maybe this time this (3x) prayer will be its final attack.
I lost myself within my own rejection. I never felt fully accepted by anyone because I didn’t accept myself. Wait-run that back.
I lost myself within my own rejection. I never felt fully accepted by anyone because I didn’t accept myself.
talk about unpack
My actions reflected doubt for so long. How could I even fully receive love from anyONE.? if I could not love and accept myself-at that.
…till now.
I give up assimilation, I give up my own expectations. I give up pleasing my neighbor just to appear as if my life’s intact. Obsessive Compulsive Disorder is something I will face and when I see her face she’d idle fear in place and then only then I realize…I realize anxietY is just as scared as me, but unlike me, it is a brittle parasite who needs mE and me onlY. Yet I lean on trust in my own gifts and promise to know how this plays on. and know if I embrace all of me and see me and OCD standing separately…I know when I quit fighting and trying on my own. (like David’s promises knew what Saul’s fears did not know all along) the battle has been wOn.
Look I have OCD, and I’m sorry in advance to my churchy mother, see. As she would want me to walk in liberty but I can’t help but smile and be, I embrace OCD is a part of me, she’s merely a voice seeking peace, so I’ll just be, I now I see how she.., wanting to project and distract, and flee, does not foresee.. I made peace with Arithmomania. I called her by name. I hear her woes, feel her pain yet I explain, the depths of my sound mind, an unexplainable feeling of free,. an unequivocal peace shall be my testimony.
& to the believers wondering… I still believe I have OCD, and I am being pursued indefinitely and infinitely loved by the force who knew who I’d be, loved she, and created ME. STILL, in that exact order, in fact.