OCD is my bully



My bully isn’t a student; OCD is my bully. It’s there when I’m at school, instead of filling my brain with newfound learning it’s filled with violent and devastating intrusive thoughts. I face a bully in my own mind that peers and teachers struggle to understand.


It’s a school day. I wake up, it’s there. I get onto the bus, it’s there. I step into school, it’s there. I sit down at a desk and place a pen in my hand, it’s there. I leave school, it’s there. OCD is my bully, it doesn’t leave.


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