"Ocd has no cure" isn't exactly a special case. Google any mental illness, including depression and anxiety, and it'll say there's no cure. People on here seem to think that this means we gotta live the rest of our lives just coping well but not ocd-free, which I don't think is true. All this really means is that with any mental illness it's not just "take this pill for a week and you're good to go 100% guaranteed." I used to have severe anxiety for example and now I have none, I'm not just "coping" well with the anxiety, it's actually not there anymore. I have the same intention for ocd.

This is not for reassurance btw! I was talking with a friend of mine about our disorders, she has depressive and anxiety issues while I'm saving for an therapist who can take me seriously I told her about my suspects of ocd and she told me she also had ocd and she's now cured, and I was like uhhhh it's that possible you get cured just like that??? She told she has the compulsions of checking the stove was off, the lights were off and eating her nails, then she said her therapist told her ocd is provoke by anxiety which is something I get but I'm not sure at all you just can erase ocd just like that and also provoke it. Like, is not an switch who you can turn on and off I know anxiety makes people to have certains compulsions but once again I'm just here to ask Sorry if this sounds mean, I'm here to learn

I have this idea that if i stopped my current ocd it will comeback again in another form. Forexample, when i was 9 by the help of a doctor i stopped washing my hand every 10 mintues but then ocd switched into another theme, which is religious, and when i stopped that it again changed. And now i have prefction and mental ocd. So my question is why bother trying fix something isn't fixable? It takes a while to notice that the thing you have been doing is ocd, double the time to treat it, is there a permenant treatment or is it just tourture ? P.S sorry for my english i'm not from the U.S

OCD feeds on the illusion of permanence. It convinces us that a single thought can last forever, that a mistake will stain us permanently, or that failing to perform a ritual means something irreversible has been set in motion. In that world, everything feels heavy, final, and eternal. But take a step back, not by 200 feet but by 200 years. What will really remain? Nothing we obsess over today will leave even a fingerprint on time. The most successful people in history and the people who made the gravest mistakes all eventually fade into the same silence. Billionaires, beggars, saints, and criminals end up in the same soil. Our names might be remembered for a while, but eventually even that passes. Life is like writing in sand at low tide. The waves come, and they erase every mark, no matter how grand or how small. Think of life as a novel. Every one of us has a beginning, a middle, and an ending. The beginning is birth. The middle is our striving, fumbling, joy, and heartbreak. The ending is death. OCD is like a character inside the book who tries to grab the pen from the author. It says, “Wait, we need to rewrite Chapter 6 or the story is ruined. What if Chapter 8 has a mistake? We must fix it before turning the page.” But the story unfolds anyway. The ending is already written. What makes it good is not whether each chapter was perfect but that the story has an end. Without endings there is no story, only endless noise. We are often taught to see death as a tragedy. But what if death is a promise? Death is what frees us from endless revisions. It closes the book. Whether our lives play out as comedy or tragedy, they become whole. A sunset is beautiful because it ends. Imagine if the sun never set. Its glory would fade into monotony. OCD wants to pause the sunset and replay it frame by frame to make sure it is “done correctly.” But life was never meant to be dissected that way. It was meant to move, to end, and to be received as a gift. This is where God enters the picture in a way that challenges many traditional narratives. Religion often tells us that we need to earn God’s approval through strict rules, moral codes, or by fitting into some framework of perfection. But if God is truly eternal and infinite, then our obsessions and mistakes are not permanent stains. They dissolve in the sea of His eternity just like everything else. Picture God not as a judge with a scorecard but as an ocean. Every drop of water eventually falls into it. The drop does not bring its résumé, its guilt, or its compulsions. It simply becomes part of the source from which it came. OCD is like a drop of water worried that it will not make the right splash. But the ocean receives every drop the same. Here is where the cure begins. OCD insists that “this matters infinitely.” Perspective answers back, “In 200 years none of this will matter. So why not live with fluidity, the way nature intended?” When we stop resisting impermanence, we stop fighting the natural flow of life. Instead of carving our identities into stone, we learn to move like ripples across the surface of water. We let God’s ocean carry us. Suddenly, the demand for absolute control dissolves. Control was always an illusion. Permanence was always a lie. Impermanence is a gift. OCD tries to immortalize every thought and every mistake. But life, death, and God remind us that nothing is immortal except love. Death is not the eraser of meaning but the seal that completes the story. No matter how messy the chapters have been, the ending is a good one simply because it ends.