Obsessed much?

I've not really blogged much about my OCD recently as at the moment i'm struggling with my overeating more.  However it's always at the back of my mind trying to wriggle it's way back in again.

When I was 15 my OCD got so bad I was hospitalised.

I couldn't be on my own at all and yet i was still alone.  Even though i insisted my mum stayed with me 24/7 I was still in a permanent state of panic about my OCD thoughts.

I had got to the point where the repetitive ritual of checking no longer eased my anxiety.

I used to make my mum reassure me but it got to the point where even that wasn't enough.

I said i wanted to die, but in reality i was frightened of that too.  I was trapped and I begged for help.


Going into hospital was the biggest and most frightening decision i've ever made.  But i knew it was ruining my family's lives not to mention my own, and it had become make or break time.  If I got much worse I think i would have been sectioned anyway (been taken into hospital by force).  It was the best thing i ever did for me, for my family and for my sanity.

In fact, leaving that safe, understanding, helpful and fun place for the big wide uncaring world was perhaps the 2nd most scary thing I have ever done.

If you want help, that is the first step to recovery