Dealing with Severe OCD and wanting to bring hope to someone out there struggling everyday.

I hope this message can help someone today, I never have posted on this site but have read and understand the torture carrying the weight and dealing with OCD and anxiety everyday. When you have OCD, and I am not talking about the “Organization” kind but the severeness that is only intrusive thoughts that feel like they take over your soul. The noise blocks out everything beautiful in this life because you are so focused every second of the day on how to make them go away. The scariest part that I now have almost fully accepted is that you can't stop it. You have to go through the pain and fire to slowly learn and come to terms with how you can at least make the voices not as loud. Now add on severe depression, Anxiety, and addiction on top of that. It is the definition of war with yourself. The feeling that you know at the end of the day you have to wake up and do it all again slowly drains any hope or light you once had. You lose the concept of reality. It is now you against your thoughts. And I will tell you the power they can have over you is not even close to a fair fight. OCD will completely strip you of everything. I will leave you with one of my favorite quotes that brings me hope when the OCD gets really bad...... "There is an old story about an eagle who can live for many decades. But around the middle of its life, something begins to happen. Its talons become weak. Its beak becomes bent and dull. Its feathers become heavy and worn. And the wings that once carried it effortlessly through the sky begin to make every flight harder. The eagle is faced with a choice: Die… or change. But change isn't easy. The eagle flies to the top of a mountain, finds a place among the rocks, and begins the most painful transformation of its life. First, it must break its own beak against the rock. Again. And again. Until the old beak finally breaks away. Then it waits. When the new beak grows back, it uses that beak to pull out its old, useless talons. And when new talons grow, it begins removing the feathers that have become heavy and damaged. For months, the eagle sits exposed on the mountain. Unable to fly. Unable to hunt. Unable to return to the life it once knew. It looks weak. It looks broken. It looks like it has lost everything. But something is happening beneath the suffering. It is becoming new. Eventually, the eagle's new feathers grow. Its new talons become strong. Its new beak becomes sharp. And one day, it spreads its wings. It takes off from the mountain. And the same eagle that once could barely survive rises into the sky stronger than it was before. The mountain didn't destroy the eagle. The mountain transformed it. And maybe that's what hardship does to us. Sometimes life strips away everything we thought we needed. Sometimes we lose people. Sometimes we lose ourselves. Sometimes we spend years trapped inside our own minds, fighting battles nobody else can see. And sometimes God allows us to reach a place where the person we used to be simply cannot continue. That's when the rebuilding begins. The breaking isn't always the end. Sometimes the broken pieces are the beginning of something new. The eagle doesn't become new by avoiding pain. It becomes new by surviving it."