This is gonna be a long one:
So a little over a month and a half ago, my OCD started to spiral again. Iâve had ups and downs with it in the past, my main themes often changing. When I was younger it as afraid Iâd run away, in middle school it was germs. But as I got older I started having intrusive thoughts of the meaning of life, suicide, and dying, with those fears being my common themes now
Iâve gotten a lot better since it started back up, but lately have been panicking because Iâve had intrusive thoughts that my methods of trying to heal are wrong. Iâm 21, and for the last 3 years have lacked ambition and havenât pursued my dreams or things I want to do. I just sleep, work, eat junk food, and play games or watch YouTube on my time off. Things I still love, but after years of living this way, Iâve hit a breaking point and want to start doing more with my life and the people in it
Yet, almost EVERY new thing Iâve been trying to do or start, Iâve been having thoughts that theyâre wrong or wonât help. Hereâs some examples:
Iâve started trying to eat a bit healthier, and my brain is telling me itâs not gonna fix me and Iâm just avoiding food I like (junk I know makes me tired and sad). Then the moment I indulge in even one unhealthy food item, it tells me Iâm failing at taking better care of myself and that junk food just numbs the feelings
Same with video games. I tell myself itâs okay to play them as long as itâs not to avoid anything or they donât take up my life like they have been. The second I do I feel guilty, say itâs cheap dopamine and hindering me from being productive and that Iâm numbing my feelings again
Same story for everything. Trying to walk and go outside more. Head tells me Iâm avoiding being home because it makes me anxious. Then when I stay home it tells me Iâm wasting time I could be spending outside or with people I love
Iâll wanna spend time with my family or friends because Iâve been a hermit for years and miss spending time with them. When I try to, head tells me I canât because then Iâm avoiding the issues I have and seeking reassurance, and that I need to learn to tolerate this alone. But then when I stay home too long, I get anxious and sad because it does make me happy being around them even if Iâm not seeking reassurance, and they genuinely do help me feel better (for example I saw my grandparents last night and talked about my feelings and desire to actually go out and live life, and they helped me understand uncertainty is part of life and I should do things I want anyways and even helped come up with things I may like to try doing. Now my brain tells me itâs bad to get help or open up about my pain)
Iâll have racing thoughts in my head and Iâll be arguing with myself over rather itâs better to face them head on, ignore them, or let them run their course.
It feels like no matter what I do, Iâm feeling guilty and shame for it. As if any attempt at feeling pleasure or doing something that makes me happy is âavoiding the problemâ, like I HAVE to focus on my intrusive thoughts, anxiety, and sadness 24/7 otherwise Iâm âavoiding/burying it againâ
I know not to avoid these things and itâs best to confront them (if theyâre real problems I have like relationship issues and insecurities and loneliness) and learn to tolerate the anxiety and uncertainty of life and OCD, but my attempts at âhelping myselfâ are quite literally what I feel is currently keeping me so miserable. Theyâre sucking whatever joy I have in life out, telling me itâs bad, and that I have to feel this way all the time so I can âlearn to tolerate itâ
Iâm just so scared of doing all of this wrong, and I think my OCD I knows that and is currently using that to toy with me. I want to be healthier and happier, but then I feel guilt and fear for not being healthy 24/7 and indulging in not healthy things like video games and the occasional junk food. Anybody else ever felt this way?