Please don't delete this post. Please.
I feel so dead, even though I’m still alived. I don’t know if I’m depressed already because of my severe OCD. I’m struggling with Religious OCD, and after a recent severe episode, the days that followed felt even worse—more depressive, more lifeless. I feel like I don’t care about life anymore. I badly wanna die. I'm not suicidal person and I'm still scared to die.
I have low appetite. I keep breaking down. I’ve started harming myself repeatedly—even though I only began doing that two days ago. I can’t see the purpose of my life anymore. I feel like I intentionally committed blasphemy, especially against the Holy Spirit. I feel evil, like I’m being punished by God—and that’s one of the biggest reasons I want to die. I keep having blasphemous thoughts, like I’m disrespecting or cursing God, especially the Holy Spirit, and it’s tearing me apart.
Last night, I was thinking about committing blasphemy on purpose. I don’t know why that thought even came up. I think it’s my OCD—because blasphemy, especially against the Holy Spirit, is my biggest fear. While that thought was in my head, it was like I intentionally cursed at the Holy Spirit, then I took it back, then cursed again, then took it back again—and then cursed again. I don’t know what was going through my mind when I tried saying those things. I feel so scared. Did I really mean it? Was it my OCD?
I feel like I’m going to hell. I’m so scared. After that episode, I almost harm myself again. I felt like I was evil for even thinking or saying those things. I even had a thought like, “I might as well go to the devil because I’m evil,” but I didn’t want that. I would NEVER want that. I was just overwhelmed and terrified.
Because of how distressed I was, a phrase slipped from my mouth—“Why is there a Holy Spirit?”—and I panicked even more. I swear, I don’t hate the Holy Spirit. I don’t know why I said that. Some of my memories from that night are blurry. I can’t remember everything fully, just that I was in so much fear.
I also had this painful thought about how even people who commit huge sins, like murder, can still be forgiven—but blasphemy supposedly can’t. And because of that fear, another thought came: “I wish I committed other sins instead, not blasphemy.” But to be clear, I don’t want to commit other sins. I don’t want to be a murderer or anything like that—I was just scared. So scared that I even thought, “I wish blasphemy wasn’t a sin,” just because I’m terrified of the punishment. I know that’s a wrong thing to wish. I know it is a sin, and I’m not against that. I just feel so condemned, so punished. I really feel sorry for that.
Now I feel even worse. I feel like my heart is confused about the Holy Spirit. OCD keeps telling me I’m angry, that I hate Him, that He’s the lowest or least important of the Trinity. But I don’t believe that. As I learned about Trinity, I always saw God the Father, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit as equal, holy, and powerful. But my brain keeps saying horrible things. I keep shaking my head, trying to fight it, but I feel like I’m going insane.
This morning, I woke up with the urge to curse at the Holy Spirit intentionally. Right before I could say it, I’d pull my hair or force myself to change the words. I was in so much distress that another phrase slipped out of my mouth about God—but now I can’t even remember exactly what I said. I just know it was wrong, and I panicked.
Now I feel like I deserve to be punished. I don’t care what happens to me anymore—but I’m still scared. I keep crying and begging God, Jesus, especially the Holy Spirit, to forgive me. I don’t want my life anymore. I don’t want to go to hell. I don’t know if this is all OCD or if it’s really me. I don’t know where to go, who to talk to. I can’t afford a therapist. My family doesn’t know what I’m going through. I feel like I’m losing my mind.
I have severe OCD. I feel depressed. I feel evil. I don’t know how to live my life anymore knowing that God might be punishing me, and that if I die, I might go to hell.
Please don’t hate me. I don’t even understand everything that’s happening in my mind anymore. I don’t know what’s OCD and what’s truly me.