I didn’t know what to do.
The entire time
It was simply my mind yelling at me…
“JACK! Go wash your hands!
I think the girl who brushed it
While walking past you
Is sweaty…GO!”
“JACK! YOU IDIOT! Go wash you book!
Didn’t you see that
The guy you lent it too
Has sweaty hands?”
“JACK! Go wash your phone!
You touched it after touching someone sweaty…
And your hands are always sweaty…GO!”
And my God, Aza,
I didn’t know how to react.
I knew my actions were wrong,
But my mind refused to shut up.
Panic attacks, anxiety and similar horrors followed
And I thought I was alone.
But then you turned up, Aza Holmes…
You had a word for your problems- OCD.
You felt the madness I felt
Only in a different context.
I found myself in you, Aza
Like nothing I’d ever seen...
You served
As a reminder
That I an NOT ALONE.
There are people who can help…
All I needed was to seek it.
Aza Holmes, you are super special for me
And I am just so glad I found you.