- Date posted
- 1y
Confused harm ocd pure ocd
I remember before when I went through a phase of having really gory messed up intrusive thoughts it felt like I ‘liked them’ or like an ‘urge’ but I still knew I didn’t want that and I felt stressed out having it and now it’s been a long while and the themes come back but I literally feel nothing I’m desensitised and it feels like I actually like it and I’m not anxious or anything and I can imagine really horrible thoughts Literally on purpose I’m imagining them because I use to test myself by imagining thoguhts to see if I ‘like it’ or if I get anxious but now it feels like I jsut start imagining really messed up gory thoughts I got triggered when it remembered soemthing soemone told me a killer did and then I started having this and now everyday it feels like I am one and that I like it and it doesn’t even feel like I don’t want to be or that I hate this it and sometimes it feels like I like the thoughts or want that or as if I’m ‘enjoying’ the thoughts or want to do that and I don’t know what to do I wasn’t like this before and now I’m thinking what if after imagining yhe thoguhts now I’ve taken a liking and want to do that, it’s coming to me really strongly sometimes that I want to do or like/enjoy these really sick things and I keep letting myself imagine them and I don’t know why it doesn’t even feel like I’m testing myself it’s as if I’m just letting my mind wander thinking about sick things and then feeling like I am like that or want that, or I had this thing where I kept worrying because I had an intrusive thoguht about stabbing and then it felt like I knew what it felt like to stab soemone and ‘liked the feeling’ of physically doing that and now it’s like I will randomly get a thought ‘imagine you done that anyway’ or ‘imagine you did that right now’ and then it feels like I need to imagine how it feels to do that and feels like I would actually do that or that I want to idk what to do I don’t even know what I feel anymore and it’s scary it feels like I’ve accepted being this awful thing and almost like I want to be or am one and I feel confused and then just now I remember how some bad people supposedly ‘wanted help’ and then ended up being bad and now I’m thinking what if that’s me and me writing this doesn’t mean anything because these last few days it’s literally imaginined the most gory worst thoughts you could think of and it’s felt like I like it or want that and I don’t know