I completely understand. I couldn’t even get out of bed anymore cause there was just no point… I fully gave up on the possibility that I could be happy and just focused on being alive. Sounds dramatic but even that was a daily battle. My new therapist gave me hope, and assured me with the right medical team I have a chance at a normal life. I randomly cry now about how far I’ve come. The best part is once medication or therapy helps lessen the obsessive behavior/thinking, you realize how much those thoughts are not only not true, but really not yours. I was able to shed guilt that kept me literally paralyzed in fear cause I was able to see how OCD is an actual disease of the mind, I’m not just some crazy horrible person.

Wishing the absolute best for you. You’ll be on the other side of things in no time, writing a post like this yourself maybe. Hope is sometimes really all you need. Don’t give up. ❤️