- Date posted
- 1y
there is so much hope for you!
to shorten a very long story, my ocd got "formally" triggered when i was but 17 years old. i was reading a book with really triggering topics and suddenly the thought of "what if i am..." popped into my head, i spiralled into my first ocd episode of my entire life and it nearly killed me. everything got stripped away from me, my family, music, movies, tv, playgrounds, reading, my mind, everything. i was grieving the loss of my entire life, entire self. from the moment i woke up to when i fell asleep in the early hours of each morning i would have obsessively intrusive thoughts/images, compulsions and i would ruminate and go through rituals for about 12 hours a day. in the span of 3 days, my entire life had been flipped upside down, hourly panic attacks, constant earth shattering anxiety. i lost everything. it felt like my world split and i, along with everything i once loved and cherished was gone. i prayed every night to a god i do not believe to either kill me or take whatever it was in my head away. at that time, pure ocd was not spoken about as much and i couldn't find anything at all about it online. i tried to kill myself, was in hospital, did not get taken seriously because i was too afraid to share my intrusive thoughts with anyone at all. this continued for a while, i withered away, i stopped eating, i was bed bound, i self harmed, i was no longer a person. i lost hope in anything that ever mattered to me, in being a sister, girlfriend, and a mother one day. those things where no longer possible for me with the ocd themes i struggled with. it was simply out of the question. however, i am extremely lucky with the people in my life that surround me, i have an incredible mother, boyfriend and best friend who all thought for me, did not judge me for my thoughts and supported me to the best of their ability. things were starting to look up, they gave me the reassurance that i was normal, and that i am not those things my head tells me i am, that the intrusive images i get are normal. however as we all know, reassurance only makes things better for a very short while. just like that, my ocd got worse and i grieved once again. i remember googling once, if there is a cute for ocd, or if there will ever be a way to get rid of it, the answer was no. that was the reason for another suicide attempt. i felt utterly hopeless, all i knew is that i could not live the rest of my life like this, in fear, in avoidance, in heartbreak. even there was proof it could get better, i did not believe that i would ever be okay as long as any part of ocd resides in me. i was so wrong. my boyfriend, who i have most of my recovery to thank for, found out about ERP therapy, signed me up and paid for me as i was not in the financial position to do so myself and though i had given up hope long ago, i gave ERP a shot, for the sake of my loved ones. several months later, i really started doing better, applying everything i have learned and gained from ERP into real life. every day tasks became doable, me and my partner started trying to be intimate again since that was an impossiblity in the worst of my ocd, i started spending time with children, animals and slowly but surely living became a possibility to me once again. i had my down moments, even days, weeks or sometimes months where my ocd felt relentless again, but i fought hard not to lose hope, as i saw that even with ocd, i sometimes had days and even weeks of peace, where it was quiet, manageable and did not take away the joy out of life. i kept working so hard with ERP, both in therapy and in day to day life. now a couple of years later, i am no longer in therapy, i am a better sister than i have ever been before, there is nothing i cant watch, listen to or read, even though yes, i still get triggered, i no longer avoid and with time, i know even those triggers will become light work. i once again cannot wait to be a mother. i even work within childcare now! i couldnt even bare to walk past a school or playground a few years ago. i wouldn't say i have overcome ocd, but truthfully sometimes there is a couple of months at a time where i dont even motive it, at all. yes, admittedly, sometimes it pokes its ugly head out and demands my attention but with hard work, i am able to deal with it. it is still scary at times, but i am no longer debilitated by it. one thing that ocd has taught me is to never take anything for granted, it can all be so easily stripped away. i promise you all, there is hope, and it is not fair that we have to fight so hard for things that come to most so easily, but i swear it is worth it, you will survive ocd, you will be happy and glad you stayed.