I believe that I am responsible for the safety of everyone in the world. The burden is huge.
My OCD is multipronged. It focuses mainly on ensuring that everybody is safe, but also shows itself as a fear of contamination.
Every day, I get so angry and upset with myself for believing in my intrusive thoughts, and that anger ultimately makes my symptoms worse. I never feel good enough, pretty enough, safe enough or in control of my thoughts, and I wash my hands until they bleed.
Despite the turmoil inside my head, I still have hope and belief that one day I’ll conquer this beast.
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