I do not like the person that I have become, I don’t even know what I like or don’t like anymore. Who am I as a person? What do I value? It seems as if everything has been stripped away from me. Nothing makes sense anymore, and the things which aren’t supposed to make any sense in life are those that plague me day and night with a horrendous intensity. I experience constant guilt. I cherish those first five minutes in the morning after waking up before I am struck with the initial shock of OCD. It is like I only have brief moments of peace in interspersed between these obsessions throughout the day. First comes the obsession, then my anxiety kicks in, making it feel as though everything is going to crumple apart if I do not perform a certain action. There is no certainty, there is no room for logic. The only power which prevails this maelstrom is the bug bully - OCD.
I do not like the person that I have become, I don’t even know what I like or don’t like anymore. Who am I as a person? What do I value? It…
