- Date posted
- 8d
A Wierd Place to be
For the first time since OCD set in for me 10 years ago, I have gone 6 months without partaking in any compulsions purposefully (I have caught myself starting to a few times and stopped as soon as I realized it). I am living my life as a normal person and I am happy, but, in part because my recovery is so fresh and I am about to leave home for college, I am dodging doing compulsions for thoughts coming at me left and right. The thoughts are not nearly as prevalent or scary as they used to be, and I am by and large proud when I dodge them, but they are a reminder that even though I am out of the metaphorical room of crazy, I am standing right by the door on the other side, hearing the thoughts knock, and I would rather be at least a bit farther away from the door. I believe that over time, I will mostly attain that, but I don't like still being this close to the dark scary spirals and thought loops that I used to consume me. Can anyone relate?