fearofthought07
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I had a horrible event happen to me in high school. I was embarrassed in the middle of my high school pep rally. After that, a lot of students at my high school gave me a hard time. They came down real hard on my appearance, and made me feel pretty small about every aspect of myself. I had to end up dropping out of high school that same year, because I couldn’t take the pressure and mental abuse any longer.
I would spend the next few months in my bedroom, alone. I took all the bad things people said about me, and started to believe them more and more. I developed anxiety, depression, and a social phobia. I guess you could say I had a lot of hate and anger built up also. I would later on develop a form of eating disorder from my anxiety. I was in horrible shape mentally and physically.
I thought that was the worst of it, but something new would come along much later. I started to have awful thoughts. I remember my very first thought. I was lying on my bed at night, watching the movie “Girl Interrupted”. A thought of killing my parents in their sleep popped up in my head out of nowhere. After having the thought it was almost like I was telling myself, “Do it! Just do it!” I snapped out of it, and then I was confused of what just happen. I went into my bathroom and began to pray until the thoughts seem to go away.
After awhile the thoughts would come back, but it wasn’t just towards my parents. I would be whoever I was around at the time of having the thought. I became scared to hold sharp objects, knifes, or anything that could be used to murder someone. I stopped myself from watching murder shows or anything too violent on TV. These things would cause me to have a thought, which would bring me much anxiety.
I ended up getting help, because I was close to taking my own life. I couldn’t handle the depression, anxiety, and all these fears any longer. I got tested and the results came back with me having server anxiety, server depression, social phobia, and OCD. I would often try to target my OCD with my counselor, but she would often just to tell me not worry about it, and that I wasn’t some kind of psycho. She ended up moving out of state and I haven’t seen anyone since.
My OCD started to get better, and I would learn to control it much better. It’s not as horrible as it once was. I ended up moving out of my parent’s home. I moved in with two of my good friends, which they were dating at the time. I often thought about having OCD thoughts in my new place while living with new people before I moved in, and it often scared me. The weird thing was my OCD disappeared when I got out on my own. I had one thought and that was it. A lot of my depression, fears, thoughts, and anxiety vanished when moving out. My life was more active, I did more walking, and got out of the house more.
Well, my roommates broke up, which forced us to losing the apartment. I’m now living back at home with my parents, and my OCD thoughts seem to be coming back now. My life is less active. I also think it has a lot to do with it being October, and all those horrible TV shows and movies are playing to get ready for Halloween. It’s not the same anymore, though. I almost feel as if I’m another person, or maybe I have let my OCD convince me that I am some kind of psycho killer.
I'm so confused. How do you go from being scared of it, to thinking it's normal and you now. It makes it that much more scary, really. I'm scared I might let go and just do it.
I would spend the next few months in my bedroom, alone. I took all the bad things people said about me, and started to believe them more and more. I developed anxiety, depression, and a social phobia. I guess you could say I had a lot of hate and anger built up also. I would later on develop a form of eating disorder from my anxiety. I was in horrible shape mentally and physically.
I thought that was the worst of it, but something new would come along much later. I started to have awful thoughts. I remember my very first thought. I was lying on my bed at night, watching the movie “Girl Interrupted”. A thought of killing my parents in their sleep popped up in my head out of nowhere. After having the thought it was almost like I was telling myself, “Do it! Just do it!” I snapped out of it, and then I was confused of what just happen. I went into my bathroom and began to pray until the thoughts seem to go away.
After awhile the thoughts would come back, but it wasn’t just towards my parents. I would be whoever I was around at the time of having the thought. I became scared to hold sharp objects, knifes, or anything that could be used to murder someone. I stopped myself from watching murder shows or anything too violent on TV. These things would cause me to have a thought, which would bring me much anxiety.
I ended up getting help, because I was close to taking my own life. I couldn’t handle the depression, anxiety, and all these fears any longer. I got tested and the results came back with me having server anxiety, server depression, social phobia, and OCD. I would often try to target my OCD with my counselor, but she would often just to tell me not worry about it, and that I wasn’t some kind of psycho. She ended up moving out of state and I haven’t seen anyone since.
My OCD started to get better, and I would learn to control it much better. It’s not as horrible as it once was. I ended up moving out of my parent’s home. I moved in with two of my good friends, which they were dating at the time. I often thought about having OCD thoughts in my new place while living with new people before I moved in, and it often scared me. The weird thing was my OCD disappeared when I got out on my own. I had one thought and that was it. A lot of my depression, fears, thoughts, and anxiety vanished when moving out. My life was more active, I did more walking, and got out of the house more.
Well, my roommates broke up, which forced us to losing the apartment. I’m now living back at home with my parents, and my OCD thoughts seem to be coming back now. My life is less active. I also think it has a lot to do with it being October, and all those horrible TV shows and movies are playing to get ready for Halloween. It’s not the same anymore, though. I almost feel as if I’m another person, or maybe I have let my OCD convince me that I am some kind of psycho killer.
I'm so confused. How do you go from being scared of it, to thinking it's normal and you now. It makes it that much more scary, really. I'm scared I might let go and just do it.