It’s a rough time.
Nothing really happened in my life. I didn’t lose anyone. I didn’t lose anything. I still don’t have all the things I don’t have, and I still have all the things I hae.
I’ve always had OCD. It’s been a part of my life for as long as I can remember. The past month it’s gotten bad again, and now I’m anxious over every little thing.
Things like the taps and the lights... Those I can handle. They used to drive me insane, but now they’re just minor speedbumps along the way. Therapy has helped me tremendously. And I always ask myself: ‘What’s the worst thing that could happen?’
And my answer is always something that I realise is so minor in the grand scheme of things, that I’m able to continue with my treatment and ignore that nagging thought in my head.
But it’s not as easy when the answer to that one question is basically the only thing that matters in the grand scheme of things. I could die. My loved ones could die.
I can’t sleep because I’m so afraid that I’ll die when I’m asleep. I scroll through Tumblr and Reddit and see cool new inventions, and all I can think about is how one day these things will be so advanced, and I won’t be alive to see it. I’m so greedy, but I truly want to live forever.
Perhaps the one good thing from OCD is that it’s made me realise how much I love life. I value it so much, but it’s what torments me so much honestly.
And I don’t know which is worse. The thought of me dying and just ceasing to exist, or the thought of my loved ones leaving me and never being able to speak to them, see them, touch them, get mad at them, laugh with them, smile at them...
I see losses all around me but I have yet to experience one that’s torn my world apart. And logically I can see that it gets better. With time comes peace. But I truly love them so fiercely that I really don’t know how I’ll manage it when they really leave. Sometimes I wish I could just not love anyone ever, then I’d have one less thing to be afraid of.
I can’t stop thinking about them getting into car accidents, crashing in a plane, slipping on a puddle and getting an internal bleed, stupid, far-fetched things that I can’t push out of my mind.
I’m terrified. I can’t focus on anything. I don’t even have the balls to make plans for myself in the far future, because I’m so paranoid I won’t even live that long.
I don’t know what I really wanted by posting this here, but I always felt like Tumblr was a place with people who were understanding when it came to things like mental illnesses. No one will see this, probably, but I think it’s good for me to get this off my chest anyway, before it crushes me. I think I’m also hoping someone will see this that knows what I’m going through and can help me through this. I seriously don’t know how I can handle this alone.
If any of you really do see this, and you follow me or something, I hope you don’t think any lesser of me. I’m still the same person, I think. I’m just... really struggling right now.