I was on kitchen crew for a retreat last weekend (Zero Hour Ministries, great group and mission) and had a lengthy conversation one evening with a fellow OCD-sufferer. (See this post for my explanation/poem on Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder.) The conversation was so very enjoyable, marked by that difficult-to-put-into-words feeling when someone “gets it,” truly gets what you are trying to say in a way that few other people can. Finishing sentences with exactly what you were going to say, when usually at that point you’d just be getting a somewhat quizzical look haha. Very meaningful.
It inspired me to post another poem about OCD — one of my most frequent poem topics, as right-brain and integrative-brain activities are really helpful to combat the brain lock of OCD.
Happy new year!
