Hi everyone!
It’s been a while since I posted on here and I just wanted to give you an update on how I’ve been doing.
When I first joined this forum I was seeing my therapist twice a week and struggling to function in every aspect of my life. Now as I write this, I can say that I am only seeing my therapist once a month (or at least that is what we are attempting - but so far so good)! Ideas and obsessions that once drove me to the point of feeling physically ill are now nothing more than a mere annoyance from time to time, and when they pop up I don’t engage with them. I know better than that now.
I won’t lie, it’s not all perfect. There are a lot of really good days, but there are also days where I feel OCD creeping up behind me. I know that each time it sees me thrive it wants nothing more than to pull me back to that dark dark place where I was chained and locked up. And to be honest, I still worry about going back there. Even as I improve, I can’t deny that OCD is still terrifying. I think if I had the power to make people understand one thing about OCD it would be the constant fear and terror that people like you and me have to face every single day.
There are still plenty of times where I will catch myself doing compulsions like mental reviewing or checking my rear view mirror on my drive to and from work - but as soon as I identify them I make the difficult decision to stop because I know that in the end they will not help me. Only I can help me.
These past few months have been a crazy blur. I used to worry that I had harmed someone in the past and was hiding it (And I still get those worries). I didn’t want to eat, sleep, or do anything really for that matter. I didn’t think I could ever get better. But I did. And the hardest part about this journey was, and still is, having to make the conscious effort to let go of my obsessions. OCD can tell me I’m a pedophile or a murderer and show me horrible false memory after horrible false memory, and I am left to choose if I am going to believe these thoughts or not. And I choose not to. Sometimes it feels so wrong to make that choice, but I have to remind myself that OCD lies. Always.
There’s a quote that I have loved for years, but up until I got my diagnosis a few months ago didn’t have much meaning to me. It goes like this, “She realized none of it was real and set herself free”. I guess there was a reason it always clung to me. I’m sorry if this post is too long but I just wanted to share and let you know that whoever and wherever your are - I am incredibly proud of you. Whether you feel like you’re making progress or not, you are here reading this and still choosing to live with this disease. That is bravery. I hope and pray that freedom comes for each one of you because you deserve it. Set yourself free. The pain you’ll feel in this process is worth it - I promise.
P.S. The endless love, encouragement, and support I receive here means the absolute world to me. I don’t know your names or faces but I am forever grateful to you.