For the last little while (almost a year and a half), I served in Church in the calling of Relief Society President. For those of you who aren’t Mormon/LDS, we get “called” or asked to serve in different positions in the Church, doing so voluntarily and without pay.
The longer I have OCD, the more I realize that it’s not cut and dry. Yes, it follows the same pattern. Yes, “battling it” also follows the same general patterns. But that doesn’t make it easy to overcome or live with, day by day, for us (or for our family members and loved ones).
The last few weeks have been rough, as you probably have gathered if you’ve been reading the blog regularly.
Like I wrote earlier, things have been fairly rough lately. I have felt like I am constantly unclean, and that “discomfort” (which to me feels like saying a broken limb is a slight scratch) has been ruling my life, leading me to wash my hands over and over again, restrict what I do and when…
The other night I wrote down some of my thoughts for that moment about where OCD has taken me. I went off my medication near the end of last year and, despite going back to my psychologist and going to weekly group therapy, I have allowed the OCD to come back with a vengeance. I…