I don’t have a lot of skill to use words when it comes to discussing my OCD other than expletives and angry, guttural noises. It fucking sucks. It has siphoned so much out of my daily life. It disabled me, forced me to stay at home, and keeps me from doing...a lot. Looking back, my childhood took a lot of blows from intrusive thoughts and embarrassing compulsions. I kept it hidden for like, two decades. But whatever. The harder you fight it, the worse it is.
That said, I refuse to let it win. I have overcome so much already, with the support of family and friends, therapy, and good old fluvoxamine. I am infinitely better and continue to fight to kick it into remission.
I am not alone. So many more people than you may think struggle with this disorder. It affects us in so many different ways, in so many different degrees. Talk about it. End the stigma. Let’s kick OCD’s ugly ass.
I have my fitbit charged up every day when I wake up, and I am finding ways to force myself out and about.
Long story short: Please consider donating to my fundraiser to support IOCDF, an amazing organization, and folks who need help accessing life saving resources.