People told me I wanted attention. That I craved sympathy. That I needed to be everyone’s best friend. That I was nosy and dramatic. Soon, these became things I told myself, too.
I bet they don’t tell you in the movies, or on social media, or even in psychology class, that OCD can affect the way you love, too.
Dwelling on the past does not make you smarter or stronger; it benefits you in no way.