Thank you, I'll always try and help anyone asking for it on here. The amount it means to me that other people suffer as I have has given me an uncomfortable amount of reassurance considering other people are hurting, and I feel as if I must help where I can.
Today was horrible. I went to one of my most favorite places and just wanted to hide back in bed. Every time I do anything that in the past I'd have looked forward to the OCD ruins it. I also found out yesterday that someone who I think used to drink in the pub where I worked (my advisor thinks the treatment I recieved working there may have caused the OCD to flare up badly) was sent down for child rape. It terrifies me that I was serving the type of person that I hate most, I feel sickened at the thought of providing this lowlife with drink, I may have even had a conversation with this vile being. And then OCD kicks in, what if I've harmed someone? What if I've abused someone? Then small probably insignificant memories become huge and life becomes pointless again.
Chatting over dinner with friends and I find out a friend of a friend who I don't even know has been bailed for something. Should I be bailed for something? I hate this illness so much. It certainly ruined dinner again. Then I end up thinking I'm a haemophiliac because this cut on my lip from shaving won't stop bleeding. I hate this illness.
I just want to find peace. I don't want to be rich, famous or even successful, I want a wife and a family and simple things. Simple things that at the moment, seem far beyond my reach. I have fallen into a deep, dark hole and I feel as if I'll never get out. I don't know what is and what isn't OCD because I've lived around the condition as well as having OCD for so many years now. I'm broken.
Thanks Tizz, feel free to message me whenever you're low. I think I've replied to your post on another topic but I'm not 100% certain it's sent.
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