I hate myself at times, when my OCD pulls me to my lowest ebb. In those moments when I snap and spit frustration and anger at the people who love me most. Like a tiger backed into a corner by its tormentors, OCD sets me on edge. The slightest ripple in the air sparks an instant flow of venom to my tongue and I lash out.
To all those that are kind, to the people who sit next to me after I’ve reacted poorly, to the people who love me;
Thank you for being patient with me. I love you ❤