Hope this helps! (The outline is in my previous post)
I have OCD. It is ugly. It is mean. It is a bully. It follows me. It clings to me. But it does not define me. I will no longer give it the power it so desperately desires. I am going to stop assigning meaning to my intrusive thoughts. I am no longer going to google local news stories for the purpose of checking that I did not harm someone. I am going to stop scanning my brain for recovered memories and reviewing past events. I am no longer going to try to figure out if and how I harmed someone. I am not going to let OCD tell me what is true and what is not. I am going to stop avoiding being alone with my friends and family. I will stop isolating myself from the people I care for the most and the people who care the most for me. I am going to stop texting and calling my loved ones to obsessively check in on them. I am going to stop asking my mom for reassurance and confessing my intrusive thoughts to her. I am going to stop searching for OCD stories that are similar to mine in hopes of confirming that I do in fact have OCD. I am going to let go of my feelings of guilt, shame, and embarrassment. I am going to disobey OCD every chance that I get and ignore it when it tells me not live my life to the fullest. I will not only be ok with uncertainty, but I will embrace it. I will not let my OCD take my life away from me.
Because I will be stopping my compulsions there could be consequences. But the key word here is "could" and not "will". I could intentionally hurt someone I love or someone I do not even know. I could be mistaking my intrusive thoughts for memories and neglecting to recognize their importance. I could truly believe that I have harmed someone in the past and turn myself into the authorities. I could be exposing myself to more social interactions that could put others in danger. I could by lying about past events and hiding my true feelings of others. I could live my life never knowing for sure if I am a bad person and go undiagnosed as a psychopath. I could be careless. I could truly be an evil person.
But despite the fear that comes with stopping my compulsions, if I do not make a change then I will continue to be enslaved to OCD. If I keep doing my compulsions then I could no longer be able to function as a normal human being. I could lose my job and become hospitalized for a great length of time. I could completely isolate myself from all of my family and friends and in return destroy every relationship in my life - never being able to develop meaningful relationships ever again. I could become house bound and never experience what it feels like to breathe fresh air again. If I continue to live my life like I am now than I will never truly love and accept myself. I would be spending my days self loathing and in a constant state of fear and anxiety. I could disappoint not only myself, but also my family. But most importantly, if I continue to obey my OCD I will still NOT have the certainty that I am so desperately seeking.
Regardless of what my OCD tells me, I have a life that is worth living. I so deeply value my relationships with my friends and family, as well as my career and ambition. I want to help others worldwide who are struggling with OCD and advocate for a disorder that is so widely misunderstood but so commonly shared. I want to travel and see waterfalls, and mountains, and the northern lights. I want to strengthen my relationship with God and feel his presence in my life again. I want to live a life that is so full it is practically bursting at the seams. But most of all, I just want to enjoy the little things again. A sunny day. The laughter of my friends. The way my dog greets me everyday when I walk in the door (like he hasn't seen me in ages). Warm summer evening walks. Watching terrible reality TV with Mom. Taking a bubble bath. The feeling of complete and utter peace when I stand on the beach and sink my toes into the sand. Sunday dinners with my very large and very loud family. The way me and my sister make each other laugh until our stomachs hurt. Everything. It is all worth the fight. I am worth the fight. I am going to fight.
-C