How Did I Miss This? - Poems
FT shares poetry as an extension to her article.
Written by FT
01 “I hope this doesn’t scare you?” is the first thing I wrote and sent to my boyfriend after finding out I had OCD.
02 “Diagnosis” is the unrelenting back and forth feeling of having the certainty of a diagnosis, but questioning its validity.
03 “Don’t let it out” is the battle that ensues when you have an intrusive thought that you want to keep hidden, while also having the urge to confess something in the hope it will relieve your sense of dread.
04 “Maybe you just need a holiday” demonstrates the relentless presence of OCD during the experiences you look forward to most, consequently cloaking their memory in a sticky OCD residue.
To read FT's article, click here.
Poems
I hope this doesn’t scare you?
I thought for years I was just weak
That my brain was too soft
That my heart was too fragile
That others could withstand this life and flourish
While I would fall at hurdles so small and diminish
Depression
Down, dreary and demotivated
And anxiety
You overthink
You’re creating a problem that’s not there
You’re just being a worrier, you have always worried
Were familiar terms
But there were three little letters that had been in front of me all along
But I had never considered
But now looking back
At the unstoppable loops
The confusion
How I experienced one thing but my thoughts spoke of another
Is this right?
Am I right?
Have I done something wrong?
Let me check
You’re fine
Don’t worry
But what if…
Peace would elude me and misery felt inevitable
No matter what progress I made I could suddenly trip into a spinning hole
Are you being honest?
Are you being true?
Are you sure?
It’s your responsibility to know.
OCD
Obsessive
Compulsive
Disorder
The doubting disease
There you were all along
Before it was
Your mum is trying to kill you
Don’t trust her
Make sure the door is locked
Red means danger, blood and death
Make it your favourite colour
So it can’t harm you
Knock the light against the wall 4 times
4 4 4 4
It always has to be 4
It can be split in half and it still won’t be alone
3 is dangerous
3 is lonely
3 is your family
And now it is
He will leave you
He will cheat on you
Can you blame him?
He wants to stay, he loves you, don’t worry but…
Do you love him?
Are you sure?
Is this right?
Do you love him enough?
Are you certain?
You’re leading him on
You’re horrible
They look happy
Check how long they have been together
Similar time, they are happy, we can be happy
But are you happy?
Yes
Hmm really? Are you happy enough?
I think so
I’m not sure you are
But I love him
Well do you?
YES
I don’t know sounds like you need to get out to me
Really?
Well if you loved him you wouldn’t have these thoughts would you
I don’t know, I guess you’re right
Find a picture where he looks handsome
Listen to a song that reminds you of him
Recall every good moment
Remember that holiday
Remember that look
Remember that hug
Remember remember remember
Breathe
Check how long that couple have been together
Shit when did they break up?
Shit shit shit
Maybe you should break up too
BUT I DON’T WANT TO
Sounds to me like you do
Sounds to me like you’re not living your truth
Sounds to me like you’re lying to yourself and to him and to everyone else for that matter
Gosh your a monster
Gosh I’m so tired
Gosh your so pathetic, you haven’t even done anything
My brain hurts
You’re just not used to working hard
Yh I guess I’m not
Sounds like you’re weak
Maybe I am
And too soft
I suppose so
And way to fragile
I think I always have been.
Diagnosis
What if I’m not right?
What if this isn’t OCD?
It seems right.
It seems to fit.
It explains so much.
And feels like the missing key.
At first I was shocked
Then relieved
And then distraught at the years I’d lost.
I was searching everywhere for an explanation but I was shining the light in the wrong place.
It eluded me.
I just thought I was rotten.
Ungrateful.
That I could be given the best people on a silver platter
But inevitably I would tear things apart
I would analyse, poke, scratch, look down upon, disregard.
But then just as quickly overwhelming adoration.
And a new vulnerability.
Please don’t leave, I’m sorry, how could I think such horrible things, I don’t deserve you, please, I’m here now, I’m back, please stay.
Everything still.
Calm.
Breathe.
And then a subtle creeping, a slight draft, a soft whisper.
Dread trickles through my veins.
It slips and slides down my throat, wraps around my stomach and stings.
Please.
Don’t.
Come.
Back.
My last words.
Before I fall.
Silly girl.
I never left.
Don’t let it out
Black and sticky
Heavy and dense
It twists and turns
And refuses to leave
And you can’t let it
Keep it down
Don’t let it gurgle
And crawl up your throat
And percolate
Until it has the strength to infiltrate your mouth
And grab your tongue
Clasp your jaw
Warm your voice box
And pry open your lips
Someone strokes you between the shoulder blades
Sweet encouragement
An offer of comfort
‘It’s okay, just tell me what’s going on.’
Yessssssssssss the oil in your stomach hisses
And starts to boil
Its journey of destruction opening up
Your heart groans
Defeat palpitating through your chest
Maybe if I say it this will all go away
Yesssssssssssss
But won’t I lose everything?
Of course
That’s the point
That’s what you deserve.
Maybe you just need a holiday?
I can remember every holiday through the lens of my anxiety.
The volume of the intrusions.
How tight the vice like grip was around my gut:
Budapest started bad but after you smiled in a certain way at an overpriced lunch, your lip slightly up, eyes filled with love, a knot unwound.
Rhodes part 1 was okay.
Rhodes part 2 wasn’t.
In Naples I slapped you but that was more to do with the endless aperols, sorry.
Ireland we loved but you ate a donut very messily and my brain shouted that our relationship was doomed.
Gothenburg was one of the best but I worried someone was hiding behind the air bnb curtains to kill us.
Madrid felt light and safe.
Villa part 1 we had sex on the first day, success I thought but it didn’t happen again, destined couples have sex every day of holiday my mind murmured.
Villa part 2 I was so excited for our first holiday after we finally understood my mind.
It ended with me on the floor unsure how I would ever get up.
I will lose my job I thought.
Who will pay for the villa room as I sit here for the rest of my days?
Palms pressed into my eyes.
Head between my legs.
I imagine I looked like Gollum.
I felt like it.
If I stay still enough I thought, maybe the world can just carry on around me.
I got up.
You were still there.
Still able to love me.
Thank you.
Lets stay home.
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