I know it's hard, but I wish you could admit it.
I did. You should.
I wish for you to live your life how you should,
but to do that, you need to admit to your problems,
otherwise we can not help.
I know what you have, I can see it, I have been there before.

I have been there, at the deepest spot, and now, looking down I can see you there,
frantically trying to piece things together, knowing you don't have a real "self",
knowing that you are only ever what your OCD makes you
But I knew something which you do not, I knew I had it
And I asked for help

I wish for you that you will listen
I don't know how it must feel for you,
to be the woman that once was looked up to hear her own daughter
tell her that she is depressed,
but please, I wish for you to once again be the one I look up to, by admitting your problem
Of course, I would look up to you, I would not lose any respect.

I wish for you to live your life without this
I could barely survive sixteen years with this, yet you have  survived forty-seven.
I wish you won't have to be upset when your own husband tells you.
I wish you knew we are trying to help.
You say that all your relationships are falling apart, but I know that it is not you speaking.
I wish you could see. Please.