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Harm OCD, and a Vent
This isn't exactly totally about my OCD, it's a story about my life. So it's related, but it's also not. When I was 19 Harm OCD first manifested. Back in 1995 Harm OCD wasn't a thing. I lived with intense guilt and shame, I thought I was going crazy. And even when it ebbed and I could focus more, the OCD permanently changed who I was. Much more gun shy to do anything, always having to watch for triggers and stress, I lost any future I had. I mean at 19 many people don't know what they want to do, what their destiny is, etc. I still don't. After having to retake 2 years of classes I got a BA in English in 1999. I know a liberal arts degree won't get you a good job, so I applied to graduate school and got in on a free ride. My recommendations were great. I thought I had a handle on what I was going to do with my life. Then on November 13, 1999 I Had a relapse. Harm OCD. I flunked all my courses and came home in 2000 . And I've been home ever since. I started Paxil in 2006. I worked as a substitute teacher, then at Wal Mart for 7 years. I lost my job at Wal Mart because of intense anger. I discovered after mom died in 2008 that I have Borderline Personality Disorder. I worked in 2013, and that's been it. I haven't worked since. Being so miserable, I prayed repeatedly for death in 2014. My life just never turned out the way I wanted it to. I could never get it together. Never make it work. In January of 2015 I actually made a New Year's resolution, that I would lose weight, get a job, and re-start my life. I had to smile a little and shake my head when I broke my back a couple of weeks later. So 2015 I spent most of my time in bed and walking with a cane. In January, 2016 I had a successful back surgery, but it came at a cost. I have a partially disabled back and the anesthesia screwed me up for 3 years. From 2016-2019 I dealt with coming out of my anesthesia fog, going to my ailing grandma's once a week and applying for work. I applied for hundreds of jobs but, I don't know if it's because of my age, or being out of the workforce for so long, but I didn' t anything. Grandma died at almost 97 in 2019. We were very close. The "pandemic" hurt a lot of people's psyches, and I was no exception. My niece left home so it was just me and dad. Even though I didn't work, the zeitgeist was different and is now. Nothing has been right in the world since 2019. Our dog died in 2021 at the age of 14. In early 2022 my dad got rectal cancer, and things started to get worse for me. For some reason in early 2022 I took a friend's advice and decided to take Xanax to help me sleep. It didn't work. So after just five weeks of 1mg a night I decided to quit cold turkey. I am convinced that broke my brain. The withdrawal was so bad. I've never actually been in terror before, but I was. I felt incredibly depressed. It was hard to be the caretaker I had to be for dad. As the weeks went on I started feeling like everything was meaningless. Nothing meant anything to me anymore. Past memories, family, etc., meant zero to me. It was an awful feeling, one I still struggle with. I also started having either caregiver burnout or resentment. In August of last year I decided to quit Paxil, which I had been on since 2006. Again, cold turkey. I don't know if I did this because I wasn't thinking right or whatever, but as soon as I did this, the problems I was already having got worse. My Harm OCD came back worse than ever. Over the past 8 months I've been battling two types of intrusive thoughts. The ones I recognize from Harm OCD and ones from depression/anger/burnout, I'm not sure. I feel absolutely empty. I have no friends anymore, I Have no money, no car, no sense of purpose, no direction. I have ahnedonia, anger, and so forth. I can only "sleep" 2-3 hours a night. I go to bed with intrusive thoughts, feelings, etc., and I wake up with them. I stay in bed 12 hours...9 of them is me afraid to get up and go downstairs because of my harm OCD. I feel trapped in my role as a caregiver, and yet I have no idea what I would do if I wasn't doing this. I take 4-6 OTC sleeping pills each night, plus l theanine, magnesium, etc. For the past 10 years I've tried to take things in stride, but I hit a wall or something. I cannot stand the constant thoughts, I feel hopeless. No one takes my insurance. No one in my family can possibly fathom what I'm going through. I'm afraid to kill myself , and then I feel guilty because I think I should do it bc of my intrusive thoughts but can't. The past year I truly lost the rest of my mind. I think it was the trauma of dad's cancer and assuming a caregiver role, realizing I have nowhere to go, nothing to do, the Xanax and Paxil withdrawal, the misery of this world, and maybe years of repressed anger. I Don't know, I truly don't know. But wow I never thought things would be like this. I feel completely trapped, hopeless. That's all, I had to vent.