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- 47w
I’m new, this is my spew
Hi, I’m new here. I have harm ocd. I’ve always struggled with mental health issues but as a child my family didn’t believe in that so I never got the help I needed. When I was a teenager I’d have intense episodes of psychosis. I convinced my mom to let me see a therapist and I somehow got her to agree but after a few sessions she didn’t want to drive out to her since it was far. I had these friends I trusted, during an episode I used everything in me to come back to reality and call them and tell them what i was going through. I wasn’t taken seriously so after that I never did try to reach out for help again. A year after this incident I left my home at 16, I was being physically abused by my step father and finally got solid evidence to show police and the rest of my family. My uncle took me in after that. I would spiral every night in the room by myself. Everytime no one was home I’d conjure up plans to unalive myself, I’d tie up ropes from the second floor. But the thought of my uncle and aunty coming home with their kids and finding me is what stopped me. Everyday was a battle. So I partied. I went out with my friends every chance I got and just got shtfaced. Then a “friend” 🍇d me. That’s when I felt my mind absolutely disconnect from everything. The only person who ever gave me clarity especially with my mental health was my ex boyfriend. So I reached out to him. He knew exactly how to support me and help me. I was 19 I moved in with him. My mind was clear it was like a breath of fresh air. Until I lost my job and became pregnant. Pregnancy was hard on me. After birth was worse. I got intense PPD. And that’s when the harm ocd started. My daughter is 2 now. I love my husband and my daughter more than the moon, the stars and the universe. I’d move mountains for them. We have our own house we live comfortably life is so great. But the harm ocd never left. Everyday I think what if I did this to him or what if I did this to her. Horrible things that I would never never in a million years do. I love my family I’m so blessed with them they saved me. Why do I think this horrible things. It’s become so consistent. There’s certain things that trigger it and I go through a ritual of reassuring myself after the bad thought then I start looking for something to put away or clean telling myself “I’m a good wife I’m a good wife. You see? See?” My past without a doubt plays a role in this. I never really thought to reach out for help. Until I realized I’m pulling myself away from my family. I’m avoiding them to avoid the triggers. I don’t want that. I love them. I want to better myself for my daughter and for my husband. I’m sorry to tell my whole life story n whatever but I don’t know what else to do. I still have yet to tell my husband I’m so afraid of what he’ll say. He knows of my mental issues in the past cause he was there through it. But I’m not to sure how’d he handle it now.