vampire2002
weeb & neet ♡
- Oct 8, 2023
- 145
i hate that my brain is like this. i hate it i hate it i hate it. having OCD is so fucking awful. all the time i ask myself, "what i did to deserve this?" i don't really think i did anything so bad. i'm not a perfect person, i've made mistakes and done things i regret, of course, who hasn't? so why me? why do i get stuck with this shit?
an old therapist once mentioned it could be some stupid trauma response, in that case it's not my "fault." so i got bad-touched as a kid and now i want to kill myself and every day is a battle with my own head. great. when i put it like that, it makes it sound even more stupid. why am i the one who ends up with my life ruined and not the ones who abused me? i want it all to stop. i need it all to stop.
it's a bit better now that i'm medicated, i'm on prozac but it feels like the effects have slowly worn off and i don't want to up my dosage. so i just stopped taking them cold turkey (yeah yeah, i know) for the past 2 weeks and took them again a few days ago to see if that makes the same amount work well again, like a detox. i don't like having to take meds. it helps my OCD, but it also just makes me feel weird and not like myself
i don't want to keep living like this. it's so tiring and so few people really understand how hard it is or have sympathy. every day is exhausting and yet i do so much less than everyone else. i leave the house like once or twice a month, so everyone around me kind of looks down on me and sees me as a pathetic failure and a waste of space. or at least i do. most people think i'm lazy, but i work so hard on my OCD just to go fucking crazy over it and make so little progress. and any progress that's made is so easily undone by one little slip up. and there's so much pressure on me to "get better" fast, like immediately. i understand why, but all it does is add to the stress and it's suffocating me.
i hate what my life has devolved into. i hate looking back on the past and realizing all the things i was able to do every day, without even thinking about it and taking that for granted. i hate that i didn't even know i had OCD for so long and i didn't know you weren't supposed to give into compulsions and made it so much worse without even knowing any better, so it was considered severe by the time i got diagnosed.
most of all i hate knowing that i'll have OCD for the rest of my life. sure, it might improve, slowly and through painstaking effort, but it can get worse again much easier with one mistake that tumbles into a domino effect. i'm stuck with this shit and it's so unbearable. it's not fair. i know life isn't fair, but for fuck's sake, how many mental illnesses did i have to get stacked with? and my mental illnesses giving me physical ones? i'm so stressed and exhausted every moment of every day and yet i have so little to show for it.
if i'm going to be stuck with this for the rest of my life, i might as well just get it over with sooner rather than suffering through this for another ~70 years. because what's the point of even living if it's like this?
an old therapist once mentioned it could be some stupid trauma response, in that case it's not my "fault." so i got bad-touched as a kid and now i want to kill myself and every day is a battle with my own head. great. when i put it like that, it makes it sound even more stupid. why am i the one who ends up with my life ruined and not the ones who abused me? i want it all to stop. i need it all to stop.
it's a bit better now that i'm medicated, i'm on prozac but it feels like the effects have slowly worn off and i don't want to up my dosage. so i just stopped taking them cold turkey (yeah yeah, i know) for the past 2 weeks and took them again a few days ago to see if that makes the same amount work well again, like a detox. i don't like having to take meds. it helps my OCD, but it also just makes me feel weird and not like myself
i don't want to keep living like this. it's so tiring and so few people really understand how hard it is or have sympathy. every day is exhausting and yet i do so much less than everyone else. i leave the house like once or twice a month, so everyone around me kind of looks down on me and sees me as a pathetic failure and a waste of space. or at least i do. most people think i'm lazy, but i work so hard on my OCD just to go fucking crazy over it and make so little progress. and any progress that's made is so easily undone by one little slip up. and there's so much pressure on me to "get better" fast, like immediately. i understand why, but all it does is add to the stress and it's suffocating me.
i hate what my life has devolved into. i hate looking back on the past and realizing all the things i was able to do every day, without even thinking about it and taking that for granted. i hate that i didn't even know i had OCD for so long and i didn't know you weren't supposed to give into compulsions and made it so much worse without even knowing any better, so it was considered severe by the time i got diagnosed.
most of all i hate knowing that i'll have OCD for the rest of my life. sure, it might improve, slowly and through painstaking effort, but it can get worse again much easier with one mistake that tumbles into a domino effect. i'm stuck with this shit and it's so unbearable. it's not fair. i know life isn't fair, but for fuck's sake, how many mental illnesses did i have to get stacked with? and my mental illnesses giving me physical ones? i'm so stressed and exhausted every moment of every day and yet i have so little to show for it.
if i'm going to be stuck with this for the rest of my life, i might as well just get it over with sooner rather than suffering through this for another ~70 years. because what's the point of even living if it's like this?