Maybe is my way forward

I am failing. I am failing. I am failing. Maybe

I am a bad friend because I didn’t text her back.

I am a bad wife because I didn’t read his mind.

I am a bad mom because I didn’t keep my cool.

           Maybe.

I am irresponsible because I went to the pool instead of answering that email.

I am irresponsible because I fell asleep without brushing my teeth.

I am irresponsible because I did not wake up with my alarm.

           Maybe.

I’m the worst friend that ever existed.

I ruined her day, her weekend, her life.

I am the worst teacher that ever existed because I did not grade 

their assignment the moment they turned it in.

I let my students down.

I ruined their semester, their careers, their lives.

           Maybe.

I mismanaged my time.

I didn’t maximize, prioritize, optimize.

I am squandering my life.

           Maybe.

I have failed.

I am failing.

I will fail.

           Maybe.

I will feel disorganized and defeated no matter how much I prepare.

Every choice I make is wrong.

           Maybe.

I am not living my values.

I will always feel stuck.

I am failing at recovery.

I am not the perfect parent, the perfect teacher, the perfect person.

I am messing it up.

I am messing them up.

           Maybe.

I can’t concentrate.

I am performing a compulsion.

I am compulsing about compulsions.

           Maybe.

I am the only OCD patient to ever fail the program.

Every choice I make is wrong.

Every choice I make is wrong.

Every choice I make is wrong.

Every choice I make is wrong.

Every choice I make is wrong.

           Maybe.

I am failing.

I am failing.

I am failing.

I am failing.

           Maybe

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