Thank you.Thank you, thank you so much dear,Thank you. by lunarwolf95
Thank you all who have stood by me and made their love so clear.
Thank you for the laughter,
The moments when the real world didn't matter.
Thank you for being so kind,
listening to my troubled mind.
Thank you for being so real and true,
I'm so blessed to have friends like you.
Thank you for helping me grow,
You've helped me out of places where I've been so low.
Thank you for the gifts you put your heart into,
I love them, I really do.
Thank you for letting me handle things my own way,
Thank you for being patient and willing to stay.
Thank you for showing how beautiful a car ride can be,
Singing and screaming at the top of our lungs, a sight only we can see.
Thank you for holding me while I cry,
thank you for explaining when I don't understand why.
Thank you for conversations at 3 AM about life and love.
I wouldn't trade them for anything, I cherish them too much.
Thank you for showing me your art,
Something you created from the heart.
Thank you for p
My own personal demon, OCDLook at me, what do you see?My own personal demon, OCD by lunarwolf95
A slight touch of insanity?
Do you see me as broken and weak?
Or maybe you see me as just a freak?
My mind is my own worst enemy,
Fighting a constant battle with my OCD.
Nervous questions, "Are you sure?"
Intrusive thoughts, "You're so impure!"
A violent voice lives inside my head.
Cursing and telling me "You're better off dead."
It feeds me lies, "Your friends hate you!"
It doesn't matter if I know it's not true.
These thoughts are on a constant replay,
No matter how many times I tell it to shut up and go away.
"You're annoying!", "Quit complaining!", "You're going to Hell."
So many thoughts make me feel ill at ease and unwell.
"You just want pity.", "Attention whore!", "You're being so selfish, listen to me!"
The voice is smug, grinning like a demon who won't leave me be.
My nails have become torn, bloody and chipped.
A result of a nervous tic.
Forever I've lived with this,
but treating me like I'm fragile is not my wish.
Look past the anxiety,
try and se
Anxiety is an old enemy of mineIt's hard to put into words,Anxiety is an old enemy of mine by lunarwolf95
Explaining how I feel,
All my thoughts fly away, like birds.
Emotions are dizzying, enough to make me reel.
I need a pause button for all the noise in my head.
Like a thousands voices speaking at the same time,
I can't keep up, these thoughts pile up filling me with dread.
Focus is hard to find in this twisted up mind of mine.
Constant activity gives a welcome reprieve,
At the risk of burning myself out
A quiet mind is just something I can't conceive.
Simple thoughts can send my mind spiraling into doubt.
But don't think I'm weak,
I've fought with my own mind, and won.
I'm not going to sit here, quiet and meek.
And when I'm afraid, I turn toward the Son.
I am a warrior, fighting battles of a different sort.
Where the enemy is unclear and hard to define.
Sometimes I need medicine as a last resort.
That doesn't make me weak, not when my sanity is on the line.
I will give this fight everything I've got,
This battle can be won,
I've dealt with my demons a lot.
A letter to my past self.Hey me, it’s me from the future.A letter to my past self. by lunarwolf95
I wish I could go back in time, and tell you that you’ll be alright.
I wish I could tell you, “No you’re not getting sick, so relax and go to bed.”
I wish I could show you all the amazing things that you will see and do. Like traveling to Rome, and Poland and so many other countries.
I wish I could tell you about all the amazing friends you will make, all the laughs, and honest moments at 3 am.
I wish I could tell you how important you are to people, that you’re not worthless, that people really do care.
I wish I could tell you to forget about that stupid boy, that you don’t need that drama.
I wish I could tell you to cherish the memories you make in high school, because no matter what anyone says, those were a great four years.
I wish I could tell you to worry about tomorrow less, and enjoy the moment, it’s something that you’ll never get back.
I wish I could tell you, the hard times won’t las
Myth: Pure-O OCD doesn’t have compulsions
Chances are, if you have this type of OCD, you are doing compulsions; just in your head instead of visible ones. These kind of compulsions are called “covert compulsions” and can be difficult to catch because of their invisibility to the naked eye. Some common forms of these in-your-head compulsions are as follows:
Other common compulsions that come with “Pure-O” OCD are avoidance, reassurance, and confession rituals."
I do so many of those.
I've dealt with OCD so long, and I go through times where my OCD is almost non-existent, and then I go through phases where my OCD is really rough and hard to handle and manage. I'm kind of in the middle right now.
It's rough, but I'm not crazy, OCD is not who I am, it's just a part of how I deal with things...So yeah....So enjoy this very personal poem and stuff...yay...
Well, There's not much to tell. I enjoy music, mostly Twenty One Pilots, I also like bands like Queen, The Beatles, and a bunch of others. I'm a huge fan of classic rock.
I also love reading, if I'm not wasting my time on the internet, I'm probably reading. Mostly fiction, and mostly YA fiction, I don't really like much else.
I write a lot, that's pretty much my dream job. Writing, all the time, probably fiction.
I'm also Catholic and proud to be so. I love my faith.
Anyway...that's pretty much it...Me in a nutshell.