🕊️ Happy OCD Awareness Month

Happy OCD Awareness Month to the hours spent crafting and rereading, rewriting words, reordering thoughts, adjusting every line until it finally feels right.

Happy OCD Awareness Month to the prayers I whisper over and over, not because I doubt God, but because I fear what happens if I stop.

Happy OCD Awareness Month to the way my brain clings to unfinished conversations like open tabs I can’t close.

Happy OCD Awareness Month to the little girl who lined up her Disney figurines on the windowsill, trying to control something when nothing else felt safe. 💫

Happy OCD Awareness Month to the woman who scrubs, folds, and organizes through tears and fibromyalgia flares, because her mind says finish it while her body pleads please rest.

Happy OCD Awareness Month to the man outside my shower that my brain invented every time I close my eyes to rinse my hair,

to the one sitting in the backseat waiting to kidnap me when I unlock my car,

and to the moment I check the window, convinced someone’s watching, then quickly close the curtains just in case.

Happy OCD Awareness Month to the nightly ritual, lining up pillows perfectly, the blanket smooth, the ice pack in place, melatonin taken.

Happy OCD Awareness Month to the nights I wake up to pee and have to switch every pillow, replace the ice pack, and reset the world just to be able to fall back asleep.

Happy OCD Awareness Month to the never ending to do list running in my mind, the one that never feels done, never feels enough.

Happy OCD Awareness Month to the washing and scrubbing of my hands, my home, my clothes.

Happy OCD Awareness Month to the need for perfect alignment, every object, every fold, every corner exactly where it should be.

Happy OCD Awareness Month to the intrusive fears that hit out of nowhere, the flash of a gun, a crash, a phone call, a goodbye I couldn’t survive.

Happy OCD Awareness Month to the battle between my mind and my body, one fueled by fear and the other by fatigue, both just trying to survive.

Happy OCD Awareness Month to the woman who’s learning that peace doesn’t come from perfection.

Happy OCD Awareness Month to the heart that’s learning to trust God with what my mind can’t quiet. 🌿

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Each of these is a window into a different form of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder.

OCD isn’t cute.

It’s fear disguised as responsibility and anxiety masked as protection

But it’s also proof of a heart that cares deeply, feels fully, and is learning finally

that peace doesn’t come from control, it comes from trust. 🕊️

They are not quirks or habits - they are symptoms of an anxious, hyper-aware mind searching for safety in a world that often doesn’t feel safe.

But with truth, faith, and healing, even the mind that won’t stop checking can finally learn to rest.

You are not your compulsions.

You are not your fears.

You are a soul learning how to live in peace with a mind that’s still learning to be still.

“Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you." -1: Peter: 5-7