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LIFE & DEATH
The Age of Treason
When our thoughts betray us
Note: The following was published in my Substack, Sherry Raw.
For as long as I can remember, I’ve battled intrusive thoughts. Horrific sometimes monstrous, thoughts. That’s what Obsessive Compulsive Disorder can do to a person. It fucks with the brain inciting a constant battle of wits, with oneself. And I’ve been afflicted with this ass-kicking condition since I was a kid.
As I’m extremely sensitive to medications and, they never helped me, I’ve dealt with OCD the best I can, on my own. As I said, a battle of wills.
But, I’m not here to talk about OCD. Just please know, as I’ve written before, that it’s not funny and it’s definitely not fun. And, don’t listen to people who say “I’m OCD” merely because they feel the need to check and recheck that the stove has been turned off. It’s exceedingly more complicated.
Instead, I’d like to share my latest journey to the dark side. I’ve thought about my murky meanderings for weeks, and perhaps I’m here to glean some measure of comfort from those of you who understand what I’m about to share.
I’ve always been a fearless individual. Through the years, the last decade, especially, I’ve done and experienced things I never imagined were possible for me…
