- User type
- OCD Conqueror
- Date posted
- 1y
My OCD Story!
My OCD Story! Wow..where do I start? Honestly things are a bit blurry when I dive back to when my whole life crashed and burned. I guess I should start with saying I am currently 27 and have been living with OCD for roughly three year. I have many forms of OCD. That being POCD, Harm OCD, ROCD, Self Harm OCD, and whatever else the OCD wants to throw at me😅. Now, taking it back before the OCD I was in a 6yr relationship and was engaged. Unfortunately for a year, I basically lived another life on Twitch and joined a community where I became really good friends with these two girls. Well for a year I hid it from my ex- fiancé but I became overwhelmed with so much guilt and shame I came clean to her. That was my breaking point. Looking back, I had OCD moments with previous jobs and in sports where I would be reciting this procedure for my old job before I would allow myself to do anything but this was before I knew of OCD. Anyways, once I came clean to my ex fiance, I became SO obsessive over making sure I came clean about EVERYTHING. Making sure I found every last message, making sure nothing would come up in the future and "bite" me. I remember my ex was even willing to move forward but I couldn't. The pain was inescapable. I couldn't stop the racing thoughts which led to suicidal thoughts. I never had any intentions but back then I didn't know how to handle it. Well, safe to say that landed me in my first of two inpatient stays. At first, they shoved me out the door with medication but a day later, I still couldn't stop the shame and guilt. So that's when I was admitted. I think I was 24 at the time and that was the scariest time of my life. I didn't know what was going on with me. I was having all these thoughts and fears that I didn't know how to make stop. They tried me on all these medications and none really worked. The hospital I stayed at was poor as far as mental health care. There was only one nurse who actually talked to me and tried to understand. I wish I remembered her name because she was the best part. It made me sad to see such poor care for mental health institutions. But fast forwarding some time, I was doing okay but still having anxiety attacks and POCD fears, so my parents took me to another mental health hospital and again...I didn't feel like they knew what was going on with me. To me, it didn't seem like the hospitals actually cared to get to the bottom of what the patients were dealing with. Unless it was like clear signs of suicidal thoughts, drug addiction, or more. *Side note* I hope one day mental health institutions can get counselors and psychiatrist in there who have experience with OCD because myself and countless others go misdiagnosed. Well after a couple weeks I got out of the hospital and began seeing this therapist that my mom's therapist recommend and she specialized in OCD and had experience with ERP. Her name is Jennifer Gerlach with True Story Counseling and I credit her as one of the few who saved my life. Jennifer worked with me and understood me. She didn't just write me off and send me to the hospital. I still have the notecards we made in session that I use as my tools that we came up with to help the OCD. I worked with her for a year I think and in between that, my mom introduced me to this program called celebrate recovery that she attended on Friday nights. It's a faith based recovery program catered towards drug and alcohol abuse but it's for anyone with any hurts, hang ups, or habits. I had nothing to lose, so I went. That was the greatest decision I could've made because that is where I accepted Jesus Christ into my life as my savior and what has really helped me in my recovery. Of course my faith started out rocky and still isn't perfect but God truly has saved me and changed my whole perspective with OCD and living life. So after some time seeing Jennifer, she sent me this link for NOCD where they had the "SOS" button and I began searching through the app and found the counseling part. Well, I was 25 at the time and was on my parents insurance, so I was blessed to be able to see Paulina (my NOCD therapist) fully covered. I can't express enough how amazing Paulina is. To this day, Paulina is still putting forth effort to help me continue the tools we've made and pushing me to face the darkness OCD can bring. I wanna cry thinking about how God lead me to her and has blessed her with the tools to help me live a life with OCD. I saw her the first time for 6 months until I turned 26 and fell off my parents insurance, so I couldn't see her anymore. That was a rough time for me because I was so angry at the world for the way insurance companies work because I tried EVERYTHING to get back to NOCD. I was jumping through all these hoops trying to find an insurance that I could afford and was accepted by NOCD. I tried everything and nothing panned out. I was defeated because I felt I was finally making progress and just like that, I was "robbed". During that time I kept working with Jennifer, my old therapist, and still held onto hope I would one day be back with NOCD. That hope eventually started to run out and I was soon beginning tow crept I would never get back to NOCD. Well..God was working in the darkness because he made a way. One random day at work, I saw on Instagram that Howie Mandel partnered with NOCD and I left a comment under NOCD's post about my experience, how it helped me, and how I'd hope to be back there. I truly believe God put it on this man's heart because the CEO of NOCD reached out to me and blessed me with therapy sessions back with Paulina. Those sessions have came to an end but again, God blessed me as my insurance is finally covered. There's a small co-pay but I am thankful I can continue working with Paulina as needed. Which with life having "a mind of its own", the ups and downs can come and go at any time. But that's where NOCD and our tools come in hand. That's where our support system comes in hand! I even earned the "OCD Conqueror" badge on NOCD back in October. Receiving that brought tears to my eyes. I never thought I would get something like that. But it goes to show that WE still can continue to live our lives to the fullest. I don't want to make it seem like it's the easiest thing in the world to do because I still have my hard times with OCD. Exposures are always finding me. Everywhere I go lol. I work in a mall, so I'm constantly being faced with exposures. Even now, this past month has been grueling as Harm OCD has shattered my confidence and I've been having doubts. I let what I know as truth get clouded by "what ifs" and thoughts. Recovery isn't about how many days we can go without experiencing intrusive thoughts, or how many times we don't experience anxiety in the midst of triggers. I myself have gotten lost in that way of thinking and it just makes it harder on ourselves when we do stumble. The greatest way we can beat OCD, is take our life back! Continuing to practice Exposure Response Prevention therapy (ERP) with our counselor and slowly we will continue to take back what is rightfully ours. Again, some days are so hard. Some days I feel defeated. Mentally and physically drained. But I remember my tools and God always grants me rest to wake up the next day and conquer. My old therapist gave me an example of two people with OCD and who's living with it the best. One person, stays inside...doesn't have any triggers but avoids outside and living for that reason. Or, the other person who deals with triggers constantly but continues living their life going to work, laughing with friends, enjoying their favorite hobbies. Now which person is living with OCD better? I made a promise to myself that I would do anything in my power to continue living my life the way I want and NOT how the OCD wants. My hope is that OCD continues to get the awareness it truly deserves so all of us can get the care we deserve. I want anyone who reads this to know, I am in this fight with you. Don't try and place a timestamp on when you should be "fixed". Live life one day at a time, enjoying one moment at a time. I've been in therapy for OCD for around three years and while I'm still being tripped up, I am living my life. I love to go to the gym, play the game, laugh with friends, and seeing my dog, Bevo. Hang on to the little things that make you happy. I promise that leaning on those "little things" can help in those dark times. I pray the awareness for OCD continues to spread and those out there like you and myself can get the proper help we truly need. Hang in there, okay? There is hope for all of us. Things do get better! Much Love. 💚