Hello everyone, hope you're all well.
I have hardly any self esteem. Whenever I leave a room full of people, I think they are laughing at me when I'm gone. When I walk down a street, I'm convinced I'm being laughed at. My arms are always folded and I always look at the floor. It's as if some of me has died. I used to be confident and even had a bit of "swagger". Even around my girlfriend sometimes I feel like bursting into tears. I can't think for the life of me why she sees me as worthwhile. I'm worried about meeting old friends tomorrow, in case they find what I've become, this thin, frail, jumpy shell funny. I'm scared to go to a pub because of drunk people. My last major experience of drunk people was one plunging a knife into another's back, while I hid under a table as glasses were thrown at me for fetching security. (Unsurprisingly, I quit working in the pub trade soon after)
Today my main Christmas present arrived. I burst into tears at the thought of anyone buying me a present. I feel as if I don't deserve love, affection or companionship and my illness and depression will pollute and ruin everyone's Christmas. I made my Mom cry today because she questioned me until I gave in and told her how hopeless I felt. I didn't mean to upset her, it's just that I can't lie. I cried for about 2 hours, about the enormity of tackling this condition, about how it's ruined my life for so long, about how I'm at a mid-rate university with only 7 GCSE's despite being predicted for much more. I was scared to chase dreams, sick with fear that I'd be brought down to even my luck out. About how I had to quit playing cricket, just as I had reached the first team, as I became so nervous going out to bat that I couldn't move my legs - I turned into a rabbit in headlights and lost all confidence.
I cried too because of the great amount of work I have to catch up on, as my term has been devoted to learning and attempting to fight this OCD. For at least 128 days consecutive, I have struggled to get out of bed because of this particular blowout of OCD. I haven't resorted to self harm as I have done in the past or crash dieting, but I have lost over a stone in weight. I look gaunt and my eyes are blackened. It's like the OCD is sucking the life out of me. I'm a 21 year old lad who frankly, couldn't care less if I didn't wake up. I have a beautiful girlfriend, a caring family and a handful of friends, yet still I'm not happy. I must be the most ungrateful cretin on the planet. I have everything I used to long for and I'm still unhappy.
At least this time I wasn't crying about an obsession. More about how this condition has ravished me, destroyed my potential, ruled and ruined my life. I can't stand to look in the mirror at the moment, all I see is everything I fear most, along with a broken, tired, paranoid shell of what I thought I once was. For what feels like an age I've been trying to combat OCD, yet it still comes back with a vengeance. I know some of you have suffered and fought for far longer, but I'm a coward, and the months until CBT are like a prison sentence, a sentence that I be trapped in my broken head until then. This same head that has caused me to self harm, embrace anorexia in the past and cause me in my younger days to drink myself stupid to escape what I now know to be OCD.
I'm sorry, but I needed to spill. I feel as if I'm going to burst with sadness. Please talk to me, even just to distract me.
I'm extremely grateful to you all, I know it may not seem it with this post, but I am. I probably wouldn't be here if it wasn't for the help and guidance on this forum and the OCD hotline, finally convincing me that I have a problem that others are unlucky enough to have as well.
Best wishes in your respective battles against OCD, and have a happy Christmas.
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