I board the plane at Budapest; please fly me back to where my heart is.

OCD has followed me, nowhere to be seen during my trip then it sneaks into my backpack, managing to get through security and boarding pass checks. Surely not I ask myself, what has triggered all this hell?

“2hrs 50mins flight time” the pilot announces till the plane is back on land and I just sit with my head in my hands.

My other half is content in her allocated seat playing Sudoku and sucking on boiled sweets, I sit still, unable to relax preparing myself for mental angst.

I know OCD well, I recognise it now, it plays tricks with me and probably always will. The process then begins and I have no choice but to participate. I am the puppet, OCD holds the strings.

 Irrational thoughts then flood my beautiful mind as the plane takes off and starts to ascend.

 Comparison is a car that’s crashed into a river and is filling rapidly with contaminated water. I am stuck inside and I cannot escape until I succeed through the stages I just have to wait.

Yip here it goes again, making me question myself and events from the past. I try hard to ‘keep it real’ and remind myself that the thoughts are untrue, very intrusive and intensely cruel. OCD is a bully and I scream ‘LEAVE ME ALONE’ but no one can hear me my vocal chords are numb.

The plane eventually starts to descend and it won’t be long until I am happy again.

Until next time...