Those who know me well (or even as an acquaintance) quickly learn that I live with severe obsessive-compulsive disorder (OCD)...

This post is first in a series of poems I wrote while in treatment for my OCD, depression, and grief. I wrote this on March 16, 2019...

Knock-knock. “Time to wake up!” A residential counselor calls from outside your door. You turn your head to look at the clock. 7:30 AM...