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At OCD Action we often get people sending us poems, stories, books, art and a whole range of creative and inspirational work. For many people, being creative is an excellent way to express their feeling about OCD and how it impacts on their lives. In this area of the website, we invite you to submit your own creative work and share it with a wider audience. For now we can only take words but soon we hope to give you the opportunity to up-load images, video and audio. Your submissions will go to our volunteer editor for approval before they are posted below.

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Stuck inside my head
That’s where i’ve always been
Surrounded by invisible walls
Making sure things cant be seen

How could you understand
The contradiction which is me
My actions and my behavior
Meaning I could never be free

Needing company but rejecting
For the fear of infecting
Those I love and need
With the madness which is me

My routines and obsessions
Dominating my behavior
No escape from anxiety and fear
It’s never far but always near

Watching life pass you bye
Losing those that you love
Why did it always have to end
In that place of fear again

How could you ever understand
My love was real and deep and true
When my distance stress and need to escape
Stopped me being close to you

And now I’m on my own again
Never ending ruminations
Nothing for a finger hold
Lost hopes and dreams again

Those who remain grow tired
Of playing the role of sanity
Of trying to help a man
Who is stuck inside his head.

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Trapped in my own prison cell
With no physical chains
my own personal hell
No one can understand these pains

Darkness is all I find
No help to be found
The poison in my mind
Bad thoughts swirl around

The agony of being alone
Convinced the end is soon
No more to feel the love of home
Goodbye bright , mocking moon

The terror subsides
The panic gone
Thawing frozen insides
But not for long.

What agony is this?
To be thinking like that hour after hour
Oh that I had one wish
Oh that I had that power

They say confront the truth
We’re worried for your health
Be carefree like in your youth
Im worried about myself

Am i the same
Now that im mad?
If im not sane
Does that make me bad?

Its an illness im told
Your thoughts aren’t real
That statement cant be sold
To me when im sure what I feel

Now it has a name
That makes me feel better
Theres no need for shame
About three lousy letters

Yet I can never be free
It’s always there
But now I can be happy
If im always aware

I can see the end in sight
The future bathed in light
Compared to where I was before
Locked in my own civil war.

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The toilet room door…
Any toilet door, big or small, in the home or supermarket, proves a burden of thought for the OCD sufferer.
We all know from personal experience, that many people don’t wash their hands after using the loos. If you’re stuck in a cubicle, you hear everyone going in and out, and you get to hear many who don’t wash their hands, leaving the room. Do they ever get ill? I doubt it… If they did get ill themselves, they would be more careful. And those who haven’t washed their hands, do they just continue with their shopping? Course they do! Do they handle trolleys? Course they do! And do they handle stuff from the shelves? Course they do!
But they don’t give it a seconds thought… Unlike the OCD sufferer…
The OCD sufferer will worry after washing their hands for the umpteenth time, then touching the door handles to go back out into the supermarket, perhaps using their ant-bacterial gel on their hands before continuing shopping. They then wonder if any part of their clothing touched the toilet room door, so they anti-bac their arm sleeve, or something like that…
Where does it stop… Well… If we are actually immune to all around us, at least all the stuff on ourselves naturally around us, then it could stop at the cubicle…
Those others who haven’t washed their hands didn’t worry about germs… Of course, if they get tummy-ache that day, they could try and sue the store… But the chances are, they won’t get tummy-ache, otherwise they’d be more concerned about washing their hands.
So what about me then? Should I wash my hands?
Well… It freshens them up, and stops so many germs, actually stops me adding to what is already on the door handle, when I go out…
So it is good practice to wash hands after using the loo, but not entirely essential, just good. Cos’ when we come out, we touch the door handles to exit the room… We’ll pick up a small amount of germs, both good and bad germs, just as with anything else, the good germs are good, the bad germs we’ll fight with our immune systems, the acid in our stomachs, the antibodies in our bloodstream, naturally helping to keep our immune systems strong, so to be fair, it’s all good stuff, so we shouldn’t worry…
And because we need not worry, we can go to another essay about food hygiene in supermarkets…
And that is basically one essay of many that I hope to complete…
wannabe
Copyright Marcus-John Kim (Pen name) I hope to get this published

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They tell me it is common, so why do I feel so alone?
They tell me I’m fine, so why has my world turned upside down?
They tell me to just be, but I don’t know where to be, for which world do I inhabit? Where does fantasy end and reality begin?
I want to surrender to it, but I can’t stop the fight.
I feel like I am swimming against the tide
I swim under the blazing sun, the piercing winds, and the blinding snowfall
I swim morning, noon and night
There is Paradise Island in the distance and everyone is on it.
I am swimming towards it, I’ve been swimming towards it, but the tide has been pulling me the other way.
How long must the tide pull me away, before I go under?

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I know that germs are everywhere;
some are harmless; I am aware
but they’re all invisible –
it’s just not fair!

Protection from an invisible enemy
is difficult at best:
it’d be a whole lot easier to fend them off
by wearing a bullet proof vest!

Instead I have to avoid so much
in case the enemy’s around,
my world has been reduced in size –
I wish I could avoid ‘em
by being disguised!

By Juliette Westbrook-Finch
copyright 2011 (This will be in my next book)

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