I have been dealing with this type of ocd for 38 years. I know all ocd types suck, but the magical thinking ocd when combined with thought and emotional contamination ocd is truly the psychopathic one. It doesn't stop until it completely ruins you to the point where the only way out is either urgent help or suicide.
I am lucky that meds do help me a lot, but I am not sure if that is just with anxiety or also with ocd itself.
Life is livable now, but when obsessions strike, I can postpone compulsions, but cannot not do them. Sooner or later the anxiety calms down but the fear of what if is still strong.
The link between the obsessions and compulsions, the topics ocd comes up, can be so abstract and weird, that unless you've lived it, there is no way you can understand it.
Even other people who suffer from ocd, and it is very hard for them, still do not know the real hell unless they've experienced it.
It has 3 times almost completely ruined my life. I was vegetating basically. Was unable to function and live any longer because of the indescribable fear of what if....
If you are afraid you will get sick if you touch something and don't wash your hands, it is hard, but it is possible to understand it, there is some underlying logic in it.
With thought and emotional contamination combined with magical thinking ocd, it is nuthouse. Nothing makes sense and yet you can't breath, can't function, can't be a daughter, a son, a parent, a friend, a husband or wife. You can't even be you anymore.
Your thoughts make you feel dirty. Your emotions make you feel dirty. You may be put in a sterile environment and you would still feel so so so dirty because of a certain feeling, certain thought, a word just in your head or spoken outloud by you or anyone else. You can't watch TV, use a computer, phone, listen to music, read books or newspapers, because there is threat lurking in any of them. If I see a name that reminds me of someone my ocd is focused on, my whole life collapses. I would feel less dirty and less panicky if I fell into a pool of mud.
And the example above is just one of the numerous examples I could give you. In the end, you get tired of being alive, too tired to breath anymore.
I was lucky I somehow pulled through. And that I chickened out. Because there were sooo many times when I prayed for God or destiny to give me a heart attack or just some way or another take my life.
I understand you 1000000 % and I hope you newer hit the rock bottom like I did quite a few times.
2 years ago I had no life. I was scared to death 24 hours of each day. Not only of obsessions, but also of the exhaustion my doing the compulsions leaves behind.
The I went on Zoloft. 2 years after my life is 90% better.
There is always hope.
Take care.