(Warning for my fellow contamination sufferers)My anxiety has recently rapidly become so intense that I don't even go to the washroom enough, miss meals and am dehydrated... My biggest fears have always been related to the toilet, yet have recently snowballed so fast I cannot keep up. My longest lasting compulsions are more intense, more wasteful (I waste more rags/facecloths cleaning myself and waste sometimes an entire pack of alcohol wipes a day). The only change in my meds somewhat recently has been upping my clomipramine by 25mg, last month or so... but that shouldn't make my anxiety rise so much depite me knowing last time I heightened my dose above 50mg I was more agitated (to the point I was almost violent, hit some things like my bedroom door...) I worry about every little thing in the bathroom, from toilet paper bits (the teeny tiny pieces that fly off into the air and sometimes onto me) to whether dirty hairs are in my pants and might go through and end up in my bed or somewhere else. I still wipe my clothes every time I use the washroom, same thing for my exposed skin, which I clean using facecloths/rags with water and soap multiple times. I fear bugs (+ dirty hair) so much I take like 30mins to check my sheets every morning and night to ensure there are none there. I have literally peed no more than 2 times a day the last week or two that much of my pee is literally mucusy in texture by forcing myself to hold it in as much as possible and drinking less than I ever should be limiting myself to... I'm just so scared that I'm the closest ever to being actually suicidal... I've never been truky suicidal to the point of considering picking up anything deadly or googling how to die because I', so afraid of pain and sharp objects + overdose etc but I just feel like the world is trying to push me to that edge... I keep finding bugs at the worst of times, for example, when I'm most echaysted and hoping to quickly get to sleep... it's exhausting. I've literally slept at least half the day away most days this week while also staying up late on my tablet reading to try and calm down enough to sleep. I was relatively stable for over a year until the end of last year I noticed I was dipping down a bit emotionally and now I'm just so scared that even if I get a bit better again, i'll just end up falling back down into this hellish amount of terror I feel every day :"'"( It has been 4 years since I first severely suffered from y OCD, which came out of nowhere in 2017. I have not attended school in person since a few weeks of september or so in 2017. I have already lost nearly all my years of adolescence to this despicable disorder. I love my family who have always been the most supportive they could ever be and have friends I wish to see more alongside family that recently moved closer but its just so tiring I'm afraid while waiting to see specialists for help I might just truly crash and burn...