- Date posted
- 22w
Not in a good place
My OCD wants to kill me. I have been crying to the point of nausea and the idea of carrying this disorder for the rest of my life has put my body in a state of fight or flight for well over 5 years. Iām exhausted, Iām tired, no one messages me because all I talk about is my OCD because that IS my day, week, month etc. Iām a struggling alcoholic because of this fucking disorder and itās too much, I want to drink so bad but I know Iāll mess with my medication in a pretty scary way. But at this point Iām starting to not care. Iām scared and it feels like a bad dream where no one understands what Iām going through. Sorry for the word dump, I need to vent here because at least you guys get it.