Day Fourteen

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Maggie

"This is Ben, leave a voice mail since I missed you and I probably won't call you back, beep"

"Ben it's Maggie, bring home a pizza I'm starved," I said into the phone, "that's all bye," my finger hovered over the end button, "bye, bye, bye, bye," and then I clicked end, five times.

My issues with five have gotten out of control, I do everything in fives, and it's gone to the point where I can't function anymore. Schools hell because of it and to be honest, life is falling apart because of five.

Five, such a simple powerless thing to most people but to me, it's what controls me.

It's in my thoughts, invading my brain, seeping through to my actions.

I've told Ben, he doesn't know how to help, he's having the same issue. I was thinking rehab, I know it seems drastic for such a simple problem, but to me it's so much more complex. I called around and plenty are willing to accept a new patient, maybe Ben would want to come too.

We could both go back to living our lives, lives controlled by us.

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