depression
Wow, basically.
this is just so true.
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depression
Wow, basically.
this is just so true.
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(via stayingfornow)
Do you take your medicine, or do you learn to live with it and hope that it goes away some day, or do you just give up entirely and let it kill you?
I have been on prozac, didn’t work. I was on lexapro, also didn’t work. Now I am on celexa and xanax, and those still haven’t helped me significantly. OCD is different for everyone and certain medications don’t work for everyone. Thank you for your help though.
Which because of that he has ocd about using the bathroom in the way that he uses it every 10 minutes ( literally I’m not even exaggerating), and won’t touch the toilet to want to flush ( this I understand but that gross for everyone else).
So I understand what it’s like to do things the way you do them and not have control over that. But his mental illness conflicts with mine and causes me anxiety =/
(via captainimprobable)
When people try to tell me that I’m not crazy I beg to differ. In itself OCD is the definition of insanity. Repeating the same compulsions over and over and hoping to get a different outcome. Living your life the same way every day and expecting a change. So people must not know what the definition of insanity is if having OCD doesn’t make you feel insane.
Shake your heads at the twisted and bitter,oh they don’t know how lucky they are.
spread awareness
Every door knob, every person around you, everything plagues you everywhere you go until you can go to sleep and wake up to do it all over again.
Has anyone ever gone to one and can tell me what it’s like?
I honestly don’t think I would ever kill myself. I could never do that to my family or friends. But sometimes I’ll be driving and think of driving my car into a tree or off a bridge. I’ve had thoughts of stabbing myself since I was a little kid ( creepy I know). Or I wonder if it is just the part of my OCD where I get violent images and thoughts in my head that I wouldn’t actually act on.
This is the more disturbing side of my OCD.
That is what one of my dance professors told me today when I freaked out in class because I didn’t want her to touch me. (She knows that I have OCD) So I left. Sorry that I can’t just “stop it”.