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Seeing the humor in OCD

OCD is not funny.

But in a way, it is.

I'm never laughing when I'm caught up in an OCD cycle, but sometimes when I look back from a great distance at some of my thoughts and actions they seem so nonsensical I can see the humor in them.

For sure, there are some OCD cycles -- religious thoughts, for instance -- that are never humorous to me.

But there are other things -- like a number being "bad" or "good" -- that can appear ridiculous in retrospect. What I find odd, though, is that it can seem ridiculous one second and literally the next second be so critical to my well-being -- at least in my OCD mind.

For instance, as I wrote this I noticed when I reached the 9th and 10th lines. In my head, 9 and 10 are wonderful numbers -- they make me feel calm and safe. But after 10, the numbers become perilous in my OCD brain.

Now does that cause me anguish and anxiety? Or is that kind of funny? Yes to both.

And I believe that somehow, maintaining at least a little sense of humor about my OCD brain, is a good thing.

OCD thoughts, images and compulsions dominate my days and nights to one degree or another.  They generally cause great angst and frustration.

But I consider those moments when I can see the lighter side of my OCD a blessing. A chance to breath easily and to give my brain a break.






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