I had a friend in disguise.
I told Amla a secret because I couldn’t handle it anymore. Mental deseases are no joke. I didn’t know Amla but I wanted to tell something. Something. I was alone. I might have a friend to share this with. Amla said, “Don’t worry, trust me. I am your friend”
“I have OCD”
Within the next week I see my stupid nickname they gave me on the walls of the hall along with the words “Nutty”. I went with this label a over two years.