I’m just a girl that is (unlikely) forced to live with OCD, on and (luckily) off, for many years. In fact, I can consider myself lucky because, thanks to treatment (psychotherapy and medication) and the excellent professionals I’ve met, I’ve spent years living a nearly normal life.
The darkest moments were when, believing I was cured, I considered stopping the drug therapy to avoid the side effects; or to prove to myself that in the end I was “like everyone else“; or simply out of stupid arrogance, that sense of invincibility that can come when you’re even too happy – such an idiot!
The truth is, beyond the side effects of a med or the frustration at the idea of having to depend on it, we should just be grateful for being well enough to live a life worth living, even if it means accepting some compromises. At least, that’s my opinion. And life with acute OCD is not exactly the most enjoyable life, trust me.
But here we are, trying to live and survive and reach a decent life again, day by day, hour by hour… nourishing little moments (so precious!) still full of hope.
Let’s hope!
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