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OCD: a toxic disorder

OCD: Obsessive Compulsive Disorder

Whose fault is this? Why it occurs? How it captures the mind? And many more questions.

Does anybody anyone question about it?

Ya it’s not a Cancer but it’s not less than that. OCD comes silently. Very silently. Shhhhh….. Pin drop silence inside the mind. But outside, outside; Chaos of every kind. Suffering of every kind. Tension of every kind. Failure, failure; in studies, in communication, in self presentation, in exploring yourself, exploring life, failure in love life, failure in looking good, failure in curricular activities. Disappointment of self, disappointment of parents. Harsh words just play in repeat mode inside the mind.

Earthquake, tsunami, low pressure, high pressure, tornado ; every kind of hazardous things just taken place inside your mind. The whirlwind of intrusive thoughts never let you be calm. The magma of obsessive thought drowns you deeper. You only get suffocated. Every ounce of your heart get choked. With every beat of heart you crave for peace. And peace just play different kinds of game with you to come you. Like a druggist searches for drugs. You search for peace. You search for sleep. But sleep, sleep slaps on your face and bid farewell to you.

Somehow if you get sleep the venomous dreams won’t let you sleep peacefully. If you want to read good books, the poisonous thought toxicate everything. Cyclone super cyclone of thoughts shake you terrible.

You shiver…

You quiver…

You yell

Loud…..

Louder…..

For someone come and save you.

Something inside you killing you badly. Something inside you stabbing you badly. But you’re unable to find out. You’re unable to find out the reason behind reasons. The question among questions. Again confusion. What is the question? What is the answer? And why is the question?

After asking enormous questions to self , after getting lots of answers yet you don’t get the answer. You just suffer

Just suffer

But the puzzled mind never stops thinking. We can say in a different way, thoughts never let mind to be stopped.

(It’s just a kind request to everyone, whenever you see anyone with OCD, just pat him/her and say them; It’s just a disease. And lend them a hand to stand up and move on.)

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Some day someone…..

Someday someone will come and hold you without holding you. Someone will enjoy the fluttering of butterflies the way you enjoyed before. He will crave for your presence. Will crave for your little smile. A normal line of tension on your face make him so tensed. Will enjoy your immature behavior. Mark the way you talk, the way you drive. Will feel nervous to have convo with you. But when that happen he will be the super happier. Will take care of your nervousness too.

Your smiles have impact on him, your tears also. In fact your giggles and sobs too. He will take care of your little to little necessities also worthless demands too. Someday someone will wish you in his life. Someday you’ll be someone’s prayer. Your good health will be 1st priority of someone except your mother. Except your family you Will be someone’s reason of life.

He will just come and hug your soul that comfortably, your sorrows, heart break, pains, ifs and buts, bunch of question marks will be melted down. He will introduce you to the hidden you inside you. He will teach you to love yourself again. Without your permission he will take you to the land free from fear negativities unnecessary thoughts. Without your permission he will be a part of your everything, every emotions. Your aches will be eradicated your fears too. Only bliss will be all around your, with someone for whom you’re a pure form of blessings.

Yes he will come unexpectedly as an answer of the most expected question of your life and settled down with your life till eternity.

(∩•ω•∩)♬♡♡♡

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Eyes👀

Hey pretty soul,

Have you ever marked your eyes?
Have you ever marked how remarkably deep they are?
How charming and attractive they are?
How soothing and loud they are?

Loads of stories are hidden there
Lots of memories were captured
In fact they capture with every passing moments

Plenty of emotions
Numerous code words
Millions signs
Trillions voices
Are hidden behind small small winks.

If it’s possible
Hold the tears: jewels of eyes
To express themselves for worthy people and worthy emotions
And
Yes
Unworthy one never deserved them.
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o(〃＾▽＾〃)o