NoSuffer! Say No To Needless Suffering

Chapter 2: Early OCD – Miser (Inner Monologue) I wasn’t always like this. People think I was stingy from the start, like it’s a personality defect. But I remember being the opposite. As a child, I loved spending. Buying snacks after school made me happy — even when Father scolded me. I liked giving at church, putting coins into the collection bag. I lent money to friends without a second thought. Even when they didn’t pay me back, I just shrugged. I liked the feeling of giving. It made me feel human. So when did it change? It wasn’t a moment. It was a slow tightening. Like something crept into my brain and rewired it, one rule at a time. There was that time — maybe I was thirteen — when I rode with my mother on the scooter to the market. If I came, we didn’t need to pay for parking. I just waited outside on the bike. I didn’t think much of it then. But the idea stuck: Parking can be avoided. Parking should be avoided. And then my cousin said it — offhand, like a joke — that he s...

Chapter 2B: Early OCD – Fear of Breaking (Inner Monologue) It didn’t happen all at once. People think OCD is loud — that it screams. But mine whispered. At first, it was just the stove. I was in high school. My mother was cooking. She turned to me, casually, and said: "Don’t turn it on and off too often. It might break." That’s it. One line. One sentence. Not a warning. Not a command. Just a suggestion. But something in me took it like scripture. I didn’t even feel afraid right away. I just remembered. Stoves can break if misused. Don’t misuse them. A rule formed quietly in the back of my mind, like a shadow taking shape. After that, I avoided the stove. In the morning, if I wanted breakfast, I waited for my father. He liked helping me. Maybe because I was the good son — good grades, quiet, responsible. It made him feel proud. He didn’t know I wasn’t being filial. I was being afraid. Afraid of breaking something. Afraid of causing damage. Afraid of... being blamed? I didn’t e...