I have a lot of thoughts about the universe, and theyāre overwhelmingālike being caught in a rip current, except itās all inside my head. Most of the time, theyāre about how small we are, how there really isnāt a āweā because our bodies arenāt truly oursāweāre just bacteria, cells, and microbes. The thoughts spiral, deeper and deeper, smaller and smaller, coiling until suddenly, Iām pulled under, drowning in a whirlpool.
Iāve never felt like this before, and Iām convinced Iāve been faking it somehow. For the past few weeks, my OCD has been worse than itās ever been in my 20 years of life. Or maybe Iām just more aware of it now. Has anyone else had their OCD suddenly get really bad? Does it ever endāif it even can?
Iāve convinced myself that my intrusive thoughts arenāt actually intrusive, that my OCD is a choice, and that everything I do is intentional. As for compulsions, I donāt have the typical āIf I donāt do ____ then ____ will happenā kind of thoughts. Instead, my brain simply commands, āDo ____,ā and I always give in.
Itās so loud in my head, and I canāt shake the feeling that Iām an imposter. Like I donāt belong hereālike my presence on this app is an intrusion, invalidating everyone elseās struggles just by downloading it and daring to post. If anyone feels that way, if you think Iām intruding, Iām sorry.
I only came here because I have no one to share my diagnosis with. Pouring my thoughts out, hoping someone might understand, feels less suffocating than journaling. Journaling is like letting a wound festerāeach word burying the thoughts deeper, leaving them to decay in silence, for nobody to ever read but myself.