Looking back, I think I’ve had it my whole life, at least since Catholic school ofc. But I chalked it up to normal anxiety and guilt. It wasn’t until high school that I started to get more extreme intrusive thoughts. I legit thought I was losing my mind and I freaked out. I googled “Why am I having thoughts I don’t want?” And OCD popped up. “I was like wtf I don’t have that I’m not clean ☠️” Then I kept getting more and more scary thoughts, I kept fighting and compulsing,
and ruminating and googling for answers and I would spiral every day. I accepted that I had OCD in freshman year of college but I thought it was just another anxiety thing. There were times I was convinced I was losing my mind or becoming a danger to myself. I was locked in a cycle of crippling doubt and fear. I had talk therapists but they were lousy. Then last summer, I had a flare up so bad, the thoughts so loud, I couldn’t eat, sleep, drive myself to work. I literally became housebound in
So then I finally decided to get specialized OCD therapy and do ERP. My therapist is amazing. We worked through the thoughts and still do each week. My thoughts are still terrifying to this day, like rn I’m obsessing if life is real or not which is so fun. But even though they’re crippling at times, they’ve become easier to deal with. Resist compulsions and let yourself feel scared. It also took me a long time to come around to taking an SSRI because I thought that meant I was inherently broken