A few months ago I thought I would be in jail.

When this first started, I thought I was secretly a pervert and deserved to go to jail. I thought I would never be able to go back to college and do what I love (play and study music at an amazing music school). I thought God was revealing to me that I was a hopeless monster and deserved to die for my worst thoughts. I thought I would eventually snap and act them out and die in jail, like many with OCD probably thought at some point. After over a month of ERP, I’ve realised that I am not my worst intrusive thoughts. I am my values, I am beloved by God, and He knows my heart. He knows these thoughts are not me, just some weird anomaly created by my brain. For whatever reason he gave me this challenge, this thorn in my flesh to overcome. And as painful as it is, and even though I still have rough moments, I’m conquering it bit by bit. Praise God!