I write this as my second big blow out of Pure O is washing over me as from last week when me and my partner split. There are no hard feelings but its meant my life has changed in terms of accomodation and location and she made me feel so safe. I miss that.
Im crying as i write this. 2009 was my first experience of a full blown OCD attack, i have always been over sensitive and a worrier as a child, i worried about my sexuality, i worried about dying and Heaven and Hell, i opened doors in toilets with my feet sometimes.
The hilarious thing about it is that we all use the term OCD but dont accept we have it. We doubt it..! We would rather be guilty than have something wrong with us. If God needed an army of Angels we would be it.
2009 i laid in bed crying one morning and after i was hit with clinical depression a few weeks before and my thoughts went like this.
1. I havent hurt anyone have i ? "oh dont start thinking that now" is what i thought
( at this point i took a diazepam and fell asleep crying )
2. I woke up and started to think about my first thought.
3. I then had to think of a time and place of where this may have happened. (i remember thinking of two locations) ( i also have text messages to my partner saying i had to think of a time/place etc which i use sometimes to feel better)
4. I then for about a day i think started to think i had done something specific. A day later i realised that it wasnt possible so i thought of something else that has now stuck for 2 years. Everything then fell into place and false memories (i hope) slot into place to make it real.
Since this i have been getting back to normality and have been on Citalopram ever since.
I have tried CBT at a leading clinic but it wasnt effective as the guy made me feel like i was already guilty. Not sure if thats part of the CBT strategy.
I would either be dead or in a home if my mum and other family members all on the same side hadnt been through the same thing. Genetics really play a part i believe.
Anyway the first time in 2009 i just kept asking my mum if i would get better and she said "yes", and i did. The thoughts became infrequent and i could brush them off easier but that one never went away. Im able to label thoughts easier now but this one makes me feel like crap still.
But now im stressed and im back to square one although i feel stonger and am able to hide my feelings more easily.
Some days i see sense in my thoughts i had that day and in the manor they occured. But others like today i feel like its all true. My stomach fills with adrenaline and brain feels like it needs to turn off. My mums upset as she thinks she gave it to me, which she did but thats just the way the genes split and i love her with all my heart. My brother and father are the most calmest people in the world. My dad helped my mum through various OCD battles in the past and he is amazing but i see inside he is sick to death of it. Hes retired and i want him to have time to just be him without me glogging his ears all day.
Last week i had the thought of fighting back and seeing what happened. I read Brain Lock and started saying its "battle cry" "its not me its ocd..!
This sort of worked but it was shattering. Friday night i drove home and thought you idiot how could you think that way and not know what you had done or had two possibilites of location and incident, i was full of energy and i thought this is it, im free. But no its stayed around me and the buzz of freedom suddenly turned its back on me and i relapsed again.
This is my story as of now. I look at my mum and i dont want to be like her, she worries about everything still and i know she relapses. I want to be free of OCD and her to. She has thought way worse things than me and she went on two have two kids etc. She had it when OCD didnt exist and people thought she was mad. The doctors eventually called it Depression..!
Anyway i have been google searching for a week and have found that there are a mixed reaction to the term "cure". Some say you can get better, others say you should accept that you may have done something wrong and accept that you will never know. The idea of this has made me feel so scared.
Accept that i will never know..! Can someone help me with this concept please.
Thats my story as of today. I know i shouldnt be writing this as its a form of reassurance. At the moment my mind results to well you can always die to escape this, that way you can be free. But im to much of a coward for that so dont worry, but the thought of the rest of my life feeling like this is unbearable. I worry do much now that im goingto never find anyone else to be with as im too much of a liablity.
Long post and im sorry if this upsets anyone, those of you that are better please come forward and those who are currently suffering lets try and send positive energy to each other.
When i was little my mum used to say everthing will be ok, and it was. I hopethat in the future i can look back and smile knowing that i got through it.
As i said before is OCD affects good people then we are an Army Of Angels.
Thankyou
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