Hello everyone, I am new to this forum. I am a 37 year old mom of one and happily married. I have severe anxiety and ocd. This post is long and contains many trigger warnings.
My ocd started as health anxiety right before I turned 31. It knocked me off my feet and I was unable to work or leave the house for months. I was convinced I was dying or some illness even though I was told by many medical professionals that I was perfect healthy. I was able to get my anxiety under control and get back to work, eventually moving to a different state with my fiancé. We got married in 2020 and had our LO towards the end of 2021.
October 2022 I suffered a miscarriage. I was 16 weeks and it was quite traumatic. I was alone at the hospital because my spouse had to stay with our LO. We lived 5 hours away from family and friends. A couple of months after the loss I started to get anxious about my health, particularly breast cancer. I couldnt get it out of my head that the achy breast was something sinister. In January I went to get checked and was told that I was fine. That relief was extremely short lived. I started Doubting the medical professional and continued to be an anxious mess all day. At the end of January I reached out for help from w psychologist. She agreed that I had Health anxiety.
On Valentine’s Day of this year my world turned upside down. I was on the phone with my friend and she was telling me about a young mom who took her life. How she supposedly got help and it didn’t work, etc. The moment I hung up the phone I was consumed with panic. My brain was convinced that I would end up just like that poor girl. That the help that I was Getting wasn’t going to work. Needless to say that moment opened the flood gates to intrusive thoughts that I never dreamed I would be having. I’m 8 months I have gone from fears of suicide to fears to psychosis and schizophrenia . All those I can handle. The intrusive thoughts about my son have broken me. This has been my worst battle. The first time I had an intrusive thought was in April. I was scrolling Instagram and saw a post of child loss and how those babies go to heaven. I thought How sweet is that and my mind straightaway went to i must not love my son.. I became fixated on how I was Feeling when I’d look back at pictures of my lo as a baby. Was I anxious? Did I feel regret? The second time I had A thought was when i was trying to meditate. I was focusing on an object ( a plant) and thinking about how my husband and I bought It before we had a baby and in our old apartment, etc. within an instant I hate a thought that my son should die. That thought knocked my off my feet. I couldnt eat or sleep for days. I was In a constant state of panic.
Thankfully, at the end of May we moved back to our home state and things were going well enough until a couple of months ago. I became fixated on how I felt when looking back at pictures. I feared that I would become like the moms you hear about in the news. I spiraled. I was in a constant state of panic. I cry everyday. I can’t look at my son without getting teary. I’m angry that this illness has taken my beautiful memories away. The more i try not to think about the bad things they more they come up. It’s like I don’t know what is real and what isn’t. How can I go from being obsessed with my son to having these awful thoughts. Everything related to motherhood is a trigger and i am consumed by guilt. I just want to go back in time and erase this. I feel so alone and depressed. I contacted a couple of therapists but I’m afraid they’ll just confirm my worst fears. That I’m a monster