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by SkronkFronkerdale_Archive
Reading some of your guys' stories brings me to tears. From 11 to 25 I was in an absolute hell from panic anxiety and severe OCD. The last 5 certainly haven't been easy, but they've definitely been the best years of my life due to my medication. I was never very enthusiastic about going on meds, but suffering badly enough for long enough I stopped caring about that and would have done anything for relief, just pure desperation. Better meds than opiates or something, and I got lucky with my meds as I don't notice much at all side-effect wise. A few of my closest friends are currently suffering from anxiety and even OCD to some degree, and I'm really grateful now for my experiences cause it allows me to talk them through things and understand what they are going through. In the OCD cases it can feel like you must be the biggest freak in history. OCD and chronic anxiety is not something you can truly understand unless you've gone through it yourself. What always helped me the most was finding something to focus on that was productive and forced my diverted attention for an extended period of time. Its easier said than done, but your subconscious needs to be tricked out of anxiety the same way it is, largely, tricked into it, via conscious behavior. It does a lot for your psyche and your depleted sense of self if you can find an upbuilding outlet of some kind. Also helped me, with the intrusive thoughts and spikes, to tell myself that I'd set aside time later to respond to them, and keep prolonging the "later". Gives time to build up strength, and also restores your sense of self somewhat because you have more and more aspects of daily life where you are not your OCD, intrusive thoughts, or anxiety. Eventually I would extend my "later" longer and longer until it faded more and more into the background, and I could cling more and more to the aspects of myself that were not my OCD, where I could feel like I was more than that awful thing. The more the anxiety subsides, the less power the thoughts will have over you when they are addressed. The terrible shame and humiliation was really hard for me, as it often seemed like my every waking moment was consumed by this ugly beast that was often completely absurd and irrational. Was a huge relief in my later teen years when I discovered that "OCD" is a thing, and that other people go through it. I was especially ashamed of my existence up til that discovery. Thinking of you all.