What is it about anxiety that makes you want to ball your eyes out?

My only answer is fear. Fear like you had when you were a kid. Fear that takes your breath, makes your heart thump madly in your chest. And then, the tears.

When the therapist asks if the patient is ready to face their fears, my secret silent answer is always ‘No.’

I like seeing the progress that Obsessed patients make during their treatment. I don’t enjoy seeing their reactions, their anxieties, their fear. I also realize that while I understand what’s going on inside their heads (somewhat), others don’t. What you see is not even the tip of the iceberg. You might see the outward manifestations, the rituals, but what goes on in the mind is so much more. And intensely painful.

Fear, panic, anxiety. That’s what OCD is made of.