I'm 23 and living with my parents. I am unable to hold a job, and will soon be forced to move out. Almost everyday I hear the same condemning speaches from my parents, telling me I need to come out of my room and talk with them like a normal family would, and that I need to move on with my life. I agree with them, but it is extremely hard to just move around and do things to enjoy life. I have reduced myself to staring at a computer screen all day, watching T.V., eating and taking walks. It seems I have to force myself to socialize with them or take care of business out in the world, such as getting groceries and going and looking for an apartment. When i'm out, my behavior is repulsive. At a stoplight I stare straight ahead avoiding any eye contact and sometimes lose concentration when having OCD thoughts of ramming a vehicle or hitting a pedestrian with my car. My mind is constantly flooded with an assault of thoughts making me feel weak at the knees. I do not have control. The helplessness over my own life is the worst feeling imagineable. I am in hell, and I am here for denying God. I'm a sicko with terrible thoughts. I hate myself.