Dear OCD,

I don't understand you. I'm just sick and tired of what you're putting me through. This isn't a life.

You've made me almost commit suicide a couple of times, you make me question my love for the most important people in my life everyday. You make me miserable.

I hope you and I can part ways on good terms as soon as possible, and I hope you don't feel bad.

I know you're just confused, and I'm part of the reason why you're confused.

I hope we'll both be okay.