Why I'm less here,vulgare thoughts

I have vulgar thoughs all day for a week ..

I got associations to any thing I’m thinking of,gets vulgar.I pray and cry in my self to stop it.

It stopped yesterday when I was from church,and again,like some hidden disease popped up ..

Anyone..

Could it be buried anger?

If it’s buried ,that’s shallow grave..

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Could you elaborate some more @Milk?

What do you mean by vulgar thoughts?

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I know it’s written a bit confusing…

I have all swearings and cusses I’ve heard through years buried inside me,and they pop up.

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I’m sorry @Milk

That sounds tough

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Try doing some grounding exercises

Name 5 things you can see

4 things you can touch

3 things you can hear etc

Sit up with your feet on the floor

Keep breathing in for 5 seconds, release slowly 5 seconds

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I deal with intrusive vulgar thoughts a lot … For me it’s a bunch of causes but the solution was meds and not giving a fuc k about them.

The biggest trap is thinking you have to do something about them or they mean everything and u have to FIX them . Just let them come and try to be ok with them..then…they loose power

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Legit…if I told u my thoughts u would come shoot me in the face bro…

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I doubt that..

I’m joking but they are bad…I’ve learned to accept them except for when I’m around other people. They are legit like %10 the strength they use to be.

Anyways… Take it or leave it man. But I’m telling you the truth and it’s backed by the evidence and research on OCD and intrusive thoughts

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I had a thought today that raised even my eyebrows and I’m used to them by now.

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I have pure-O,I know what you mean ..

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It’s hard to have OCD man… It’s not impossible to deal with . Fr

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A Poem - O

The mind supplies

An endless line

Of subtle thoughts

Did lock the door?

From time to time

The line subsides

As sound resumes

A song once more

When triggered though

By sights widowed

Intrusion roars

The line is torn

With words from hell

Brain writes itself

A first-person

Fatal mission

The slightest shrug

A frail self-hug

Does salve the drop

That door is locked.

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