Snowie Grangers
I don’t usually write open letters. But I care about my best friend’s problems with OCD. I see her spend a lot of time overwhelmed with anxiety, euphoria, depression and contentment but in the ten years of friendship, I have never seen her angry. I mean, angry at her OCD. But I am. I am angry. I am tired of seeing her unhappy and I need to vent to her disorder. If I have her back when her boyfriend wrongs her, I should have her back when her OCD abuses her. Right? So, here it goes.
Dear X’s OCD,
STOP. Stop being so mean. I’m tired of you being a [insert a not-so-nice expletive here] to my friend. Can you just cooperate with her and get out of her life for a little while? I notice that you do disappear sometimes, but you always come back. You are always lurking behind every corner, stalking her. So this is me, nicely, requesting you to leave her alone. Is that too much to ask?
I have seen you try to ruin relationships. Relationships she has with people. Relationship she has with herself. She came to me crying, questioning not only her sanity but also her sense of well being. I have a new name for you. “Doubting Disease”.
You engage her in obvious compulsions. These days, most of them are covert. It is getting harder to look her in the eyes. It is getting harder. Because I know how she’s fighting internally. I know how much you are torturing her. I know you are full of lies. Somewhere along the way, I’m sure she knows too. But, she just can’t escape your grasp. I am warning you. I will not let her fight this war alone. I will work harder to stomp out the fires you’ve been creating inside her head. I promise you that. I’m tired of your games and it’s my time to tell you that I am pissed.
P.S. It is you who should be worried. We will chase you out. And I will be there, right beside her all along the way. So start counting your days and packing your bags.
Sincerely,
Someone who will help X get rid of you.
Bye-Bye.