Not gonna lie, I am in fact feeling a little bit melancholy at the moment, and itâll pass, and itâs probably because i didnât get enough sleep. But hereâs the thing, thereâs been a ton of changes in my life recently, and a lot of upheaval, and itâs been a very difficult time. Itâs part OCD, part current events, part changes in my life.
I graduated college, so I lost my classes and counseling there (and I still have NOCD, and my therapist is wonderful, and I could not have gotten through this OCD episode without her, but my counselor at my college helped me through some more of the general stuff in my life, and she was wonderful and she really supported me). I had to leave my part-time job I worked at for three years, and Iâm still searching for one. My OCD spiked really bad over these last few months, my mental health plummeted, and it hasnât been helped at all by the horrible winter weather where I live. Because the weather has been so bad and I live with my family in an isolated rural area, I havenât been able to go to any social groups, even though they said alumni can still attend. Itâs hard leaving the house because the weather seems to change on a dime, so Iâm stuck inside more often than not. On top of that, thereâs everything thatâs happening around the world right now. I genuinely donât know whatâs going to happen.
I have not felt like myself in months. A big part of that is the OCD, which i really donât think would have been as bad if it werenât for all of these huge changes happening all at once, leaving me isolated and stuck inside. My self-esteem has been absolutely shattered. There are video games I love and want to finish that I havenât been able to bring myself to play because I worry that if I play them while Iâm still going through OCD episodes, Iâll always associate them with the anxiety and thoughts and fears, and then Iâll never be able to play them again. I love writing, and before my OCD came back, I had a story I was working on that I adored and that made me so happy, but right now, I hesitate to write anything for it because I just feel this strange sense of guilt that I donât know how to put into words. Like Iâm not worthy or good enough to write anything for it, I guess? Like I wrote all that stuff when I felt like a good person and my self-esteem was better, and because of my OCD making me feel like a horrible person, I canât bring myself to write anything for it. There are movies I loved to watch over my last semester at college that I donât want to watch because I guess I donât want to ruin my last memory of them. I donât want to look back on the last time I watched a movie I loved and remember that I watched it while I was anxious and fighting off the OCD. There are songs I canât bring myself to listen to because I listened to them before major changes in my life.
And the thing is, all of these things are still there. None of these things suddenly stopped existing. Theyâre still there when I want to get back to them, but I donât feel the same as I was when I was doing these things, and itâs hard to bring myself to, when I almost feel like Iâm intruding, or ruining the last memory I had of those things. I guess itâs just hard to see that this difficult part of my life does have an end to it and that things will improve, and iâll feel like myself again. It just feels like my life will always be separated before the most recent OCD episode, and after, and thatâs not what I want. And I canât go back to my last semester at college, but I also donât want to lose or throw away everything I used to love.
Part of this could very well be nostalgia. I just miss who I used to be. I miss feeling like I was a good person who deserved nice things, I miss writing stories I love, I miss having classes and social events and a job and income. I miss my mind being safe to exist in. I miss not wishing I was anyone else. All of this might be easier to deal with except that all of this happening at the same time has left me at absolute rock bottom.
Iâm not sure if any of this makes any sense or if anyone has any thoughts? I think writing it all down helped a little, though. If you made it this far, thank you for reading đâ¤ď¸ I hope whatever youâre going through gets better, and that you have a great day/night.