I asked myself today which word I would use to describe OCD. For me, I think the word “fire” sums it up pretty nicely.
Why fire? I don’t actually know.
Perhaps it’s because fire is red and red is danger and red is blood and blood is HIV?
Or, perhaps because water destroys fire and I seem to spend much of my life seeking water to douse myself in? I generally associate water with an impending calm that will happen for a few moments once I’ve scrubbed my skin clean. Maybe that is why I find the ocean to be so peaceful. There is something about being able to float on water, being able to say, ‘Here you go, sea, take me! Hold me for a while as I snooze under sunshine! Relax my body and cool down my brain a little minute, I want to float away from the…
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