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You’re words mean a lot to me!
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You are amazing!
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I feel thankful for being able to help by sharing my journey! We OCDers are creative people. When we are suffering the most is when our minds are at their most creative. If you look at a list of famous people with OCD you will notice that it includes many musicians, composers, authors, Etc. Many have not been fortunate as we are and lived their lives undiagnosed. We are blessed to live in an age where information is at our finger tips!
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I have existential OCD. I have been tormented for several days now with feelings of depersonalization. It’s hard to live with it; nevertheless, I am grateful to have it because that has given certain abilities that I would not have without it. I just want to feel good, that’s why I’m here right now. I also want to help someone who’s reading this and maybe battling the same thoughts that I’m facing. Kindest regards
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Yes!
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Depersonalization is that strange feeling we get when we feel like we are not really here. It’s like looking at the world from the outside and questioning if we are real, if anything is real. I have experienced this on and off for about three seconds, ever since I can remember. It used to not be a big deal, but one day (35 years ago) it grew into a monster inside my head and became bigger each time I fed it. The more I ruminated on it, the hungrier it became. Episodes would generally last two weeks, sometimes as long as a month. Over and over I had to replay the movie in my head and actually feel the sensation “Am I real, is everything real?” My heart would race and it would become hard to breathe. Sometimes my OCD brain would command me to do the ritual without worlds, just relive the sensation. Imagine having to function in everyday life with this torment. It was painful to say the least. It would fade away in two weeks to a month, but when I was not going through an episode, I would pray that the monster would not wake up and grab me because once it did, it would not let me go. Usually it would show up every three months. One day, I realized that I needed help and that’s when I told my Wife that I had this condition and we started seeking help. My Wife has always been supportive. We are going to celebrate 31 years of marriage on May 31st. I know it hasn’t always been easy for her and I love her from here to eternity. Over the years, with medication and some therapy, it has lessened. It’s less intense and further apart, but it still show it’s ugly face inside my head and I still panic when I feel it coming. It made itself present last night as I was getting ready to fall asleep. It didn’t keep me up. I usually manage to sleep well, but it’s there and I know that it has the potential of getting bigger and affecting my life. I obviously do not want that. It’s not fair. We should all be able to smell the roses without those horrible nagging thoughts that can bring us down to our knees. I am writing this because it always helps. I love to write. It helps calm my brain and as I know I have stains many times before, confessing has a diffusing effect on all my obsessions. When I talk it seems like the monster shrinks. So here it goes, I am sure it will diminish until it can’t bother me. As always, I hope that my experience will help as many folks as possible and I pray that it will not have an adverse effect on anyone. My desire is and has always been to help and get help by sharing my experience. Best wishes for empowerment and happy lives!
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*As I know I have said many times before, confessing has a diffusing effect on obsessions. The monster shrinks.
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My struggles with OCD began in childhood, but it wasn’t until after giving birth to my first child at 30 that I finally received a diagnosis. For years, I suffered in silence with intense anxiety, insomnia, and intrusive thoughts, but because my compulsions were mostly mental—constant rumination, reassurance-seeking, and avoidance—I didn’t realize I had OCD. I experienced Pure O, where my mind would latch onto terrifying thoughts, convincing me something was deeply wrong with me. After my son was born, I was consumed by intrusive fears of harming him, even though I loved him more than anything. Seven weeks into postpartum, I hit a breaking point and ended up in the emergency room, where I was finally diagnosed. For the first time, everything made sense. I didn’t discover exposure and response prevention (ERP) until years later when my son developed Germ OCD during COVID. I went through the program myself first, and it completely changed my life. ERP helped me sit with my intrusive thoughts instead of reacting to them, breaking the cycle that had controlled me for so long. Life isn’t perfect, but it’s so much better than before. I can finally be present instead of trapped in my head. Now, I’m working on trusting myself more and handling challenges without fear of “losing control.” As I prepare to help my daughter start therapy, I feel empowered knowing I’m giving my children the support I never had. If you know you have OCD but haven’t started therapy yet, what’s holding you back?
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I’ve always had OCD, and for most of my life it was little things that seemed manageable at the time or something that would phase out of my head within a couple days/weeks/months. But, the older I got the more severe it became, I’d find myself collapsing deeper and deeper within my own head trying to out think the thoughts that bothered me. About a year ago I had a thought that rattled me to my core. My brothers and I were watching a movie in our mother’s room when my youngest brother turned to me to say something. His close proximity to me triggered a fleeting sexually explicit image in my head and that thought caused me to spiral. Asking questions like, “are you attracted to your minor brother? Are you attracted to minors? Are you gay? Etc.” a couple days went by and my mental stability continued to crumble until I broke down to my mother, she was understanding and we found a a psychiatrist. I got on medication and for a while everything was slowly but surely trending in a positive direction. The thoughts would still pop into my head but they were becoming more manageable. As we all know OCD and mental illness comes in waves. Currently my OCD has been pretty severe. I feel those intrusive thoughts latching on in my head and it’s been very hard to kick them. It’s gotten to the point where I find myself being uncomfortable being in close proximity with my little brother because I feel as though I am capable of harming him in any way. And the more uncomfortable I become being around him the more I find myself lashing out in anger towards the people I care about the most. Those moments of anger cause me to spiral even farther as my head fills with ideas like “what if you are capable of hurting someone or even murdering them?” There’s times where these thoughts rattle me so much that I feel like it would be better to be in prison where I couldn’t harm someone or that even being dead would be a better solution than possibly running the risk of hurting someone in my life I care about. This is about the jist of it, a majority of the OCD I have is centered around the idea that I am capable of harming my little brother physically, mentally, sexually. It’s been exhausting and it feels like there is no end in sight.
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So... I few years ago, I did self-harm a few times, and then I got super into spirituality, and about a year ago, I remembered I did self-harm and ever since haven't been able to shake the guilt off... Constantly, every day, my mind would make me feel guilty about it and think about it all day. It's like my brain knew the thought that I could/ have cut myself scared me, so it kept bringing it up. My family had no idea I had ever done this, so my OCD told me I was a liar for not telling them about every day. I was afraid that they wouldn't love me anymore and send me to a mental hospital if I told them. About 2-3 months ago, I had gotten so fed up with having these thoughts every day and confessed to my mom what I had done, and her reaction was great. And I thought I'd never have thoughts about when I did self-harm again because I finally confessed. I was wrong. Even with people telling me that it's okay, I did that, I can't shake the guilt I had around this event, and even more so the fear/guilt around my own thoughts... My therapist and I talk about how the problem isn't the thoughts but what the OCD does to them. I try to create positive neural pathways, but that just makes me more stressed about it. There are things I'm supposed to tell myself when I feel negative, but I think I get that confused and tell myself those things every time I have thoughts about what I did. Which is feeding into a mental compulsion (replacing every "bad" thought with a "good" one. What works for me is (if I can) do nothing and have the thoughts... It's been hard to get better because I have had no idea what's been happening to me and felt like for the last year I was going crazy... I always thought OCD was cleaning stuff and physical compulsions . Everything that happened to me happened in my head. On the worst days when my OCD is really bad, every single time I was conscious and aware, I was thinking about the fact that I did self-harm. I would lie in bed all day trying to figure out my thoughts because I thought if I watched TV, I would be avoiding important things. I thought I had to figure out all my thoughts. I would ruminate, replay, and second-guess all. day. long. It was hard to do any of the things I loved; OCD took the joy out of it. It was hard to recognize it was OCD because I thought I had done something seriously bad and wrong, and that I must deserve these thoughts. I think the trick is that you feel like you must have positive thoughts, and the most distressing thing wasn't necessarily the fact that I did self-harm, but the fact that I couldn't stop thinking about it. I find the best thing you can do is just have all your thoughts in your head and try not to separate them from good and bad, if you can. It's nice to have people who understand!!!! More to come, about the journey. My favorite thing to say when I'm stuck is "that sly devil... OCD. Silly OCD is getting to me right now, but it won't last forever. That sneaky guy tricked me again." Love you!!!
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