Dear World, I have OCD

I have OCD.

OCD is an anxiety disorder, and it's more than just being mildly annoyed by something being out of place.  It's being afraid of it being out of place or that something bad will happen..or...something.
  Now, that's not what happens to me.  I have no issues with things being askew.  I get thoughts.  Thoughts that have no business being in my mind, evil ones, dark ones, thoughts that I don't want.  And I have to get rid of them.  I may say something in my head over and over again, or I may count.  At one point, I remember actually saying the words under my breath.  I know I must've sounded CRAZY! :D  I remember it being over the summer, and telling my babysitter that I was just singing.  It would take a long time to explain.  I find it necessary to tell you that I had no idea that I had OCD at this time, I thought something was just wrong with me and I would just have to wait until it went away.  That was when I was maybe nine years old.  I don't remember my exact age.  But I remember how terrifying it was. I remember breaking down on the stairs, at nine years old, praying to God, "why, why".  I didn't understand where the thoughts were coming from, because I certainly didn't agree with them.  But they wouldn't stop coming, no matter what I did.
   I suppose that eventually I was rid of them.  I don't remember what I did or how I did it, but they began to go away at some point and they haven't bothered me for many years.  Twice in my childhood did it happen, and now once as a teenager they came back.  This time around, however, I was determined to find out what was going on in my skull and in this lump of clay sitting inside it (brain).
   They came out of nowhere.  Of course, I was stressed out from school and from a rather disturbing incident, and so out of nowhere they were born and invaded my Somewhere.  My past came back to me and I couldn't wake up.  I was questioning everything going on in my brain.  I wanted to know why I was counting in my head, and why these thoughts were coming.
   That week - excuse me, last week - I stayed home from school for several days because I was so preoccupied with trying to dispel the thoughts with my rituals.  I didn't care what answer I got, I just wanted an answer, any answer.  So where did I go?  The therapist.  Because something was wrong with my brain.
  Well, I got my answer.  SURPRISE!!

DEAR WORLD
I HAVE OCD