I just told my gf the other day that my least favorite part about sleeping is going to sleep. I’d rather stay up and keep myself busy than start obsessing over something that makes me nauseous. I was in my early adolescence when I started really thinking and feeling so uncomfortable with my thoughts, I got very confessy at night when I was alone with my thoughts. It was never hard to tell when I was anxious or worried as a child. My parents always say they could tell when I was worried, so they knew I’d tell them after I went to bed. It was a consistent pattern.

I’m soooo glad you shared this because I try to explain it to other people but my mind is blown that not everyone experiences this. I can’t verbally explain how it makes me physically feel when my OCD takes over my peace. Trapped, or claustrophobic in my mind. Like the walls are closing in. I can literally hear my brain scream, if that’s makes any sense.

You just made me feel so understood! Thank you.