I am ok, I'm doing better than I was a year ago or even six months ago. Sometimes I just feel the need to vent a little. I wish I had someone in my life I could talk to about my OCD and other issues but I don't. I do have the therapist but I feel like I am not always honest with her as I guess I don't want to give up certain embarrassing behaviour. Same goes for my friends and family, I feel shame so i dont share my struggle. Here comes the venting part. Some days it is so hard to fight against my compulsive behaviours,to have wasted the entire day doing compulsive things that I don't understand.
Sometimes it's just easier to give in than fight . Sometimes I wonder if this medication is really helping me at all and why do I bother with it. I know my perspective will change and I will try again to get back on track. I don't want to pity myself, I believe I'm very lucky for all I do have. But just for this venting moment, I hate OCD so much and how it has impacted my life. I hate even admitting that it's part of me, it will not define me, it will never destroy me. It has stolen so much time from me
I feel like venting more, I'm so angry. At myself at the OCD...I hate checking things and I can't stop. One obsession replaces another. I don't want this anymore.
Sometimes it's just easier to give in than fight . Sometimes I wonder if this medication is really helping me at all and why do I bother with it. I know my perspective will change and I will try again to get back on track. I don't want to pity myself, I believe I'm very lucky for all I do have. But just for this venting moment, I hate OCD so much and how it has impacted my life. I hate even admitting that it's part of me, it will not define me, it will never destroy me. It has stolen so much time from me
I feel like venting more, I'm so angry. At myself at the OCD...I hate checking things and I can't stop. One obsession replaces another. I don't want this anymore.