Who am I without OCD?
If I didn’t suffer with it, would I still be me?

OCD is horrible and takes control of me,
but I’ve lived with it for so long,
I feel like it’s part of me.

I often feel angry and question why me?
Why do I have to suffer from OCD?

But I’m starting to realise that I am me,
and never have been nor will be my OCD.
It’s separate from who I am,
and does not determine me.

I have beliefs and traits that make me one of a kind,
I am not determined by the mental illness in my mind.

Please remember your OCD is not a permanent part of you or who you will become,
you’re not your mental illness,
you are someone.