Living in the Labyrinth of My Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder
“Perhaps the point of a labyrinth is not to find the exit.”
Are you concerned with contamination? Do you need to keep things arranged neatly?
I do not have to decide right now
I am comfortable living with not knowing
I’d never have guessed you have OCDwell
La Casa de AsteriónOjalá me lleve a un lugar con menos galerías y menos puertas
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It had all started about five or six years earlier, around the first time I fell in love. I didn’t know when it would end.
“My mother assumed I must have done something to bring a rare blood cancer upon myself.”