I would say about 4-5 years ago I was diagnosed with OCD and for a while there I was struggling cause it was hard. I wasn’t my normal self but I went to see a therapist when I started having absurd thoughts about wanting to kill myself. I knew I loved my life and people loved me but I was scared. WHAT IF I do it. I didn’t wanna die because I love my life and the people in it. So I started going to therapy and things got worse before they got better as I was told it would. At that point in my life I was going once every week. But I kept with it even if I didn’t want to go and didn’t want to do my exposers at home. And eventually after many of tears, arguments, and more tears I’m at a point in my life where OCD doesn’t affect who I am. What motivated me to get better was one my family they were always helping me fight what as of right now is my greatest battle. My friends even though I haven’t told many what was actually happening i surrounded myself with quality people who made me happy and they were and are a driving force that I love along with my family. And my baseball team who also didn’t and doesn’t know what I was and am still going through but they are my family and they are just there for me. And to everyone who is struggling with their own battle you will get through it, it might take awhile and it take a lot of work but it will get better and it will make you stronger and smarter. I still struggle sometimes but that’s just life and it gets better. I will live with OCD the rest of my life but how I decide to deal with it and not let it control my life is completely up to me.
Anonymous