OCD took over my life undiagnosed for years

Hey guys, just would like to preface that this will get really triggering so if that is an issue please prepare yourself or do not read my post. My name is Ezequiel, and i was recently diagnosed with ocd (jan 20th 2023). Im 18 turning 19 in august, and before my diagnosis, I was preparing to cut myself off from my loved ones and end my life. I grew up in one of the worst parts of Milwaukee, in the southside to be exact (53204), and became accustomed to seeing violence and drug abuse at a young age. Growing up you never take into consideration how those things affect you, but they do. My grandma died when I was 8(or younger can’t remember too well), and although i didnt know her, i think this was the earliest memory of ocd affecting my life, as it made me disassociate with those emotions completely, up until her funeral which broke me down when i saw her in the casket. Im a puerto rican, and my dad is one of those tough love people that come from abusive households, so j never received much emotional support from him although he was my idol, but that started to change when he was deployed for his second time while i was in 4th grade. Starting high school, i tried making as many friends as possible to cope with my emotions and thoughts( i wasnt aware of the concept of intrusive thoughts at the time). I ended up in a bunch of relationships where people took advantage of my kindness and naiveness. When covid 19 hit near the end of my sophomore year, i had already been seeing a therapist, and the school psychologist for suicidal thoughts(what i learned to be suicidal ocd). At the time my condition was unknown and my regiment with therapy fell off. Lockdown was extremely depressing and junior year i was giving up and slipping away, while playing games every night with some friends who were actually real friends to me. Yet i was becoming closer and closer with a terrible influence at the same time, and during the summer of 2020, i took 3 tabs of acid and had one of the most traumatic experiences of my life. I hd thought that i was killed, as my life flashed before my eyes, and woke up in the hospital being held down as i screamed. Ill never forget the look on my dads face from that day. I still continued to be swayed by those people, and on December 17th, the worst happened. A good friend of mine took their life. This caused me insane amounts of emotional trauma, and for the next few years i was plagued with suicidal tendencies and intrusive thoughts. I started losing my mind freshman year of college and started having hallucinations. I went to get help immediately which led me to getting medication finally, and a diagnosis for my OCD. It tore me apart for so long and i am now just restarting my life and learning to live again, which lead me to cutting those off who used me for my naivety and kindness, and giving more time to those who appreciate me for who i am. With this I just want people to know that if your ocd has taken you to the bottom of the barrel, treatment and some love can make you feel on top of the world again with every step you take towards recovery. I hope this reaches the right people, and good luck to everyone dealing with OCD as it is a never ending up hill battle, but not an impossible one to beat.