Story of my victory over OCD, depression, and anxiety
Some time ago, I went through a very tough spot in my life. I was afraid and had a lot of anxiety that I couldn’t control. In fact, I was totally out of control. I had developed OCD (obsessive compulsive disorder.) In my case, that meant that I would repeat things over and over. I would have this set of things I would do before I went to bed. For example, I’d adjust my pillow, my sheets, and go to the bathroom several times before laying down on the couch to fall asleep because I didn’t want to use my own bed. This whole thing took about 7 hours and at that point I was admitted into a psychiatric hospital.
Even though that was a tough experience, I got through it and when I got out I no longer had the bedtime OCD. What I did have, was another problem. I was constantly depressed and angry. I had meltdowns about the smallest things and anxiety about many even smaller things. I was always fighting with my family, especially my mom. I was suicidal and caused myself harm as well, so I was sent back to the mental hospital. I saw a therapist and I was put on medication. At first, we couldn’t find the right combination, but eventually we found one that worked well for me. My family came to see me while I was in the hospital and they made sure that they knew they were there for me.
After a few weeks, I was released and from there I continued to see a therapist and take my medication. I began to vent more to those I trusted and gain advice from them. I discovered a love of writing and I used that to express how I felt. I knew I’ve always loved to draw too, so I began to use art as another outlet. I’m a Christian too, so I used my faith and reliance on God to get me through the tough times, and I had people from church pray for me. I listened to music that expresses me and what I’m thinking and feeling, everything from hard rock/metal to the soft sound of a lullaby on piano. I started to change how I thought from negative to positive and I sought out new friends who would be a good influence on me. (I didn’t have many friends before.) Through all these things, I gradually improved. The meltdowns became less and less. The same goes with the anxiety. If you looked at me now, you would never know I had these problems and I feel great! I’ve come a long, long way and I know that you can too. Never give up.