- Date posted
- 6y
- Date posted
- 6y
This is, for one thing, very beautifully written - your writing is really moving. I hope I don’t intrude by adding onto it. A few years ago, I had awful stomachaches at any hint of anxiety. It was enough to stop me from leaving my house. I was terrified to go anywhere, do anything, all because I would get such awful cramps and nerves. I used to think to myself, “if only I could get rid of these stomachaches, I wouldn’t have any problems.” But that’s not true. Everywhere we go - everywhere I go - new problems arise. I encounter new compulsions. New situations. New ways of thinking. “No more stomachaches” turned into “no more panic attacks” turned into “no more OCD.” There’s always something new to conquer, something new to face. I say “keep fighting” on here a lot. It’s the best advice I have. It’s what kept me going through the hard times - imagining me, in a battle, my opponent, OCD. Keep fighting, and eventually I’ll come out on top. And I think it’s what you should do, too. I want you to be able to pet your dog without worrying. To be able to visit public places without worrying about germs. To stop worrying that you aren’t living your life to the fullest. I used to worry about that too, and I still do - all of the little things that are preventing me from making life meaningful. Some things don’t ever stop. I still get scared, worried, frustrated. I’m still worried I’m not trying hard enough, not doing enough for myself, for others. But I promise you this - things get better. You’re brave enough to make things get better. As you said, you’ve already made progress. You don’t have to call yourself lucky, because it’s not luck. It’s work. Eventually, my stomachaches stopped. I get them rarely, if at all, anymore. I can leave the house as I please. I haven’t had a panic attack in months. Some days are better, some days are worse. So set these goals, check it off your list. I believe that you can make it. You’re living, because you can pet your dog. And even if you have to check your hands after you do it, your dog doesn’t care. Your dog loves you anyway. That’s not existing. That’s living.
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- 6y
Great post. I relate to almost everthing you discuss. The food. I sit there with piles of napkins at every meal. Then shower after a meal if I'm going to my bed. Public bathrooms just avoid. Never walk around with bare feet but demand others take off their shoes or even slippers. I got to the point where I actively avoided my dog because of a hangup with fleas. He died (this was a long time ago) then I realized how stupid and irrational I had been and of course regretted my submitting to the OCD at the expense of him. Dog>OCD
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- 6y
I’m so sorry that you relate to it UFGator. Thank you for sharing this with me. I’m sorry about your dog and the regret that came with his passing. Connection>fear ❤️
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- 6y
Elapanthis I’m so glad I could share! It’s really heartwarming to know that there are other people struggling and working through this❤️
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- 6y
Thank you so much sassy_classy_lassie for sharing your story and for the excellent advice ? your words touched my heart and made me smile and nearly cry happy tears, ones I hopefully won’t be afraid of one day. Responses like yours remind me that I can live again.
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- 24w
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- Date posted
- 22w
This is ruining every part of my life. The carpet on my staircase is old and pretty dirty, and there's dried mud on it. There's brown bits, which I'm convinced is cat poop and there's a good chance it could be because there have been multiple times my cat has had it stuck to her after going in the litter tray. It's impossible to clean so I don't try, and my parents don't probably because they don't see it's dirty and because it's such an old worn out thing anyway. So I wear slippers everywhere except my bedroom. Only, the other day I stepped somewhere contaminated in socks and then put my slippers back on, so now they're contaminated on the inside which defeats the whole point. So now, if I want to get into bed, I have to take my slippers off outside my door, and my socks, and I have to put new socks on, but if I do that I have to wash my hands again. Which means going to the bathroom. Which means putting the slippers on. Which means I'm contaminated again. I feel so sick and I want to cry. There are so many not hygienic things in my house, and it makes living with this so much harder. I tell myself that what I'm going through are compulsions and intrusive thoughts and obsessions but how can that be true if there's a very real chance the brown on my staircase is cat poop? How can it be true when it's my own fault because I'm too lazy to clean it and I'm too lazy to try fixing the issue when there are so many things stopping me and there are so many things not hygienic about the house. I want to cry, it's too much. I can't tell myself I'm being irrational when I'm being rational. I just can't keep doing this. I want to lay in bed until I feel better but I never feel better. I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow about my ocd symptoms and thoughts but what am I meant to say? My house is a state and covered in mud on the carpet, and it sends me into multiple mental breakdowns a week? A day? Surely that's not ocd but instead is perfectly rational? I can't cope with any of this anymore, I want so badly to live in hygiene and cleanliness. It doesn't matter how hard I try, I'm never clean. I will never be clean. And I keep trying to tell myself that even if it's cat poop, it's not the end of the world. But I feel so ashamed. I feel dirty. I just want all of this to stop being so difficult.
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- 12w
A reflection I never saw myself being able to write✨ One year ago today, I was spiraling for a second time because I wasn’t sure what was happening to me, again. Getting through it once was doable but twice? I truly thought I was losing my mind. OCD wasn’t just a shadow in the background — it was a loud, relentless voice narrating fear, doubt, and compulsions into every corner of my life. I couldn’t trust my thoughts, couldn’t rest in silence. I was questioning everything. I was exhausted coasting through the motions of life trying to survive every minute of every day. But today — I’m here. Still imperfect, still human, but finally free in a way I didn’t think was possible. I got here by learning the hardest, most empowering lesson of my life: I had to stop depending on anyone else to pull me out. I had to stop outsourcing my safety, my certainty, my worth. I had to become the person I could rely on — not in a cold, lonely way, but in the most solid, liberating way possible. You see, healing didn’t come when others gave me reassurance — it came when I stopped needing it. When I realized no one could fight the war in my mind for me. It had to be me. Not because others didn’t care — but because I had to be the one to stop running from fear. I had to choose courage over comfort, again and again. And boy was that rough. But I did. Through therapy, I retrained my brain. (Shout out to Casey Knight🙏🏼) I stopped dancing to OCD’s obsessive rhythm and started rewriting the song. And yeah — the beat dropped a few times. But I kept moving forward. Slowly, I started turning my mind into a place I wanted to live in. I made it beautiful. Not by forcing positive thoughts, but by planting seeds of truth: 🌱 Not every thought deserves attention. 🌱 Discomfort doesn’t mean danger. 🌱 Uncertainty is not the enemy — it’s just part of being alive. I started treating my mind like a garden instead of a battlefield. I let go of perfection and started watering what was real, what was kind, what was mine. And let’s be honest — there were still a few weeds. (Hello, OCD — always trying to “check in.” ) Because healing isn’t linear, I still have days where I feel back to square one, but it’s a day, not a week, month, or another year of surrendering. But here’s the “punny” truth: OCD tried to check me, but I checked myself — with compassion, courage, & a whole lot of practice. To anyone still caught in the spiral — I want you to know: you are not broken. You don’t need to wait for someone else to save you. No else will. The strength you’re looking for? It’s already in you. It might be buried under fear, doubt, and rumination, but it’s there — patient and unbreakable. Start small. Start scared. Just start. Because when you stop relying on the world to reassure you, and start trusting your own ability to face uncertainty, you get something even better than comfort — you get freedom, resilience, power & SO much more. You don’t have to control every thought/urge to have a beautiful mind. You just have to stop believing every thought/urge is the truth. You don’t have to be fearless , you just have to act in spite of fear. You are not crazy You are not a monster You are not evil You are human You are capable And if OCD ever tries to take over again, just smile and say, “Nice try. But not today.” — Someone who came back to life, one brave thought at a time 🧡
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