I had a huge OCD flare up 16 months ago and I have since then worked so hard at my recovery to the point where most days OCD does not really affect me. My intrusive thoughts are far less and those that do come, I have learned to let them be, let them go, invite them in...
My mother passed away last week, her cremation was today. Ever since I got the news, I have been getting waves of anxiety, and of course, where there is anxiety, there is OCD. I hate that in addition to any challenging event in life, that OCD rears it's head... I wonder what it would be like to experience this grief without the damn add on... but maybe all of the feelings of guilt and shame, the ruminating and catastrophising, are not OCD but just natural stages of grieving... I guess I have to live with that uncertainty, it is what it is, and there's only one way to get beyond it and that is to go through it. It's just so bloody hard...