What my OCD feels like (metaphor)

This post is inspired by Goldie’s  Mental Health at work post,  but also by me touching a broken glass this morning.
I only realized its state when I saw a puddle of blood on the kitchen counter.

It was a tiny cut on my finger and it didn’t hurt.
But the blood kept on flowing.
It was also now on my favorite white shirt, on the dough I was kneading and basically anything else I touched.

I started washing my shirt, but the stain didn’t come out.
I had to mix another sticky dough, which is never a fun task.
And even after I thought I cleaned everything I touched, I saw a dark red spot everywhere.
Out of desperation I started crying.
I already knew then that this was going to be a wasted day.

That’s basically what my OCD feels like.
Very tiny things that shouldn’t bother me, cause great distractions and emotional outburst.

I get impatient and end up not doing things according to my own rules, which results in doing the whole routine again. Just like my dough. 
Even when I consider to “just forget about it and tomorrow is another day”, I get reminded by it. Just like that dark red spot of blood.

My OCD is everywhere and tiny things remind me of it, unfortunately.

I try sometimes challenge my with metaphors.

I previously did this in my post Was the view worth the climb? (Rescheduled post 10-2017).
Have you ever written a story with a metaphor or are going to?
Let me know in the comments and please link your post 🙂 

6 thoughts on “What my OCD feels like (metaphor)

  1. Wow. You did great, Andrea. I think having an OCD is a handful, but you are a strong person and just by reading this post, it only makes me admire you more because you are using this condition to write something so amazing. Fighting!

  2. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry as I read this post. I had something similar happen to me a couple of weeks back – the recipe I was making was missing an ingredient/step. I only realized that too far into the process. I blew up. The rage I had was unbelievable. No one could help me. Everything was ruined. After a while I decided to improvise, and I saw that the recipe was updated after I printed out the version with a mistake. In the end, it mostly worked out, but I was livid and anyone in my path was “dead”.
    I like metaphors. I use them in my posts every now and then.

  3. It’s crazy right?
    How small things can give so much emotions.
    I have noticed myself getting more and more angry over such little things. And that’s even worse than sad.

    I agree. Metaphors are the best.

  4. I’ve used metaphors before to describe my anxiety. The one I remember most was from an old post I wrote about how attempting to fight the instinct of feeling anxious is like trying to walk across a sturdy bridge without holding the railing even if I know nothing bad will happen if I let go and walk without gripping something. This is a double fear for me since I am scared of heights, so in the few past instances where I’ve gone across a bridge where there is almost no chance that I will fall through the flooring to my death, I still trekked every step as if it was going to be my last. 😣

  5. Small things get to me too sometimes. I try to remind myself that I am human and I also use your line… “Tomorrow is another day!”

    Great post and I like the metaphor. You are creative and determined I see. So… don’t let the little things bring you down. Work around them because what you offer is great and it should not be stopped because of “a bad day”.

    I also try my best to practice this preaching so I know it is easier said than done but you are strong and you can push past whatever gets in your way. 🤗

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