- Username
- Scurredmidg!t
- Date posted
- 1y ago
You’re not alone, it’s exhausting, we will make it.
I fully understand how you feel. I can bear witness to the fact that you can get your life back. OCD can be beaten. I have been with NOCD for 1 1/2 years and the counseling I have gotten from them has been a huge help. I’m 62 and I’ve had OCD since my 20’s. So I feed OCD for forty years not knowing what it was. Then it skyrocketed 2 years ago and that was when I started with NOCD. One thing I have found helpful is OCD has only one weapon. Doubt. It just takes all different forms such as “was there germs on the door knob?” “Did I just hit someone with my car?” Am I …”. It’s all doubt or “What if”. I would recommend the free 15 min. call tom NOCD. They can help you to begin the journey of recovery. The only difference between me and you is what triggers us. I know you can say “No” to OCD 👍.
That's honestly uplifting cause I felt I'd be stuck this way forever. Thank you
This is so relatable and I want you to know that you are not alone in this. You can get to a place where OCD isn't controlling your life. There is so much hope. I TRULY wish you all the best. If you are interested in learning more please call us at this link. Our Care Team will typically begin with a 15-minute call to discuss treatment, answer any questions you have, and book your first appointment. Please feel free to schedule a convenient time that works best for you here: https://learn.nocd.com/scheduler
I want to beat OCD because it puts stress on my relationships, my health, my future. I thought it was under control but with constant stories of Covid coming back, infections from mosquitoes, flesh eating bacteria in the water I am becoming scared to leave my home. I want my normalcy back.
I want to beat OCD/GAD? because I'm tired of being this shell of my former self. My brain has been hollowed out by the chainsaw of fears while my body remains fixed in place, unable to run. I once loved to sing and write. I once remembered conversations with others. I once was actually able to hold them myself. Now, I can barely complete coherent sentences without my thoughts veering off. My OCD leaves me exhausted. It's so hard to feel rested when you think something awful is going to happen all the time. I have started to affectionately call it Chicken Little Syndrome. However, it doesn't deserve any affection. I am supposed to be savoring the little songs my toddler sings or the jokes my husband cracks, but I am worrying about making ends meet or about inadvertently not being able to help my patients. Why did I have such issues with time management last shift? Why couldn't I focus on other simple tasks? People have shown me so much love and I can't even think of the proper way to respond, nevermind coming up with something clever, eloquent, or creative. I am a shell. A chainsaw of fear. My family is so good. They deserve to have me back.
I wish I didn’t have this disorder it lost the will to live I don’t want to do it anymore my life is too hard to fix
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