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On OCD, My Mother, and the Ways I Learned to Let Go

It goes like this: sit with the thought, don’t move your fingers, arms, legs, let it enter you, let it stay, let it leave.

Just look at meIf you just look at me, you’ll see something’s wrong. You can fix it

alright already, enough with the jokes


“Why are you so quiet?” She asked me suddenly.

I looked at the tray of molds on the counter and considered brushing off her question with a neutral response. “I’m tired.” “I’m not.” “I’m just watching you.” Any of those three options would protect me from a painful conversation. 

If you tell her the truth, she’ll no longer love you.