- User type
- OCD Conqueror
- Date posted
- 2y
ROCD~SUICIDAL (harm) OCD~Pure OCD~
OCD is hard. Plain and simple. On mornings like this where my ocd comes at me with a vengeance after having a really good amount of time without a certain theme, I have to remind myself that any thing urgent, scary, painful, with a need to get certainty, is probably ocd just trying to suck me back into its loop. Lately I’ve been obsessing over becoming ANXIOUS to the point of that DEEP depression again. My ROCD has not really been affecting me, however it came at me this Morning with the same old scary thoughts. This frightens me because I DONT want to feel deep depression again. Before my panic attack in June regarding my life and my relationship, ocd had always taken on the form of magical thinking, contamination, and things of those sort. OCD Coming at my relationship and my life that I’ve worked so hard to create and value so much is painful. I won’t let OCD beat me down. I’m just afraid of becoming depressed again. Im afraid that my medication will stop working. I’m afraid that I will have to get a higher dose and then become a zombie. As I’m typing this I realize a lot of these sticky fears are OCD’s intrusive thoughts. OCD likes to make me feel weak, like I’m better off alone, avoidance behavior to the point when I’m depressed the only thing that will stop the anxiety is complete isolation. The ocd thoughts are scary. This morning on the drive to work it was like a sucker punch of intrusive thoughts. “Do you know what love is” “Do you really love him” “Do you really want this life” “Are you really happy?” “What if you’re wasting your time?” “What if he leaves you?” “What if you leave him?” “What if this is your truth?” “What if you can’t handle this anxiety for the rest of your life?” “What if you kill yourself because the depression comes back?” “What if you ruin your relationship because your OCD won’t go away?” “What if depression comes back and you can’t handle the depression and you take your own life, you don’t want to die, but what if?” “What if all these thoughts are real?” “What if the things you love aren’t really things you love?” “You don’t know what love is do you?” “If you were in love would you even question if you really knew what love is?” This is how the morning has gone. I’m working through it. It’s hard. OCD is OCD is OCD. I will be okay. This is just a hard morning.