A Letter to the OCD Momma Wondering If She'll Be OK
To the mom who struggles with obsessive compulsive disorder (OCD) in silence: I see you.
To the mom who spends all of her “me” time crying into her pillow: I get it.
To the mom whose eyes dart across the room, wondering who is worrying about her sanity: I feel your pain.
To the mom who fears holding her child: You’re OK.
To the mom who fears not developing a secure attachment with your child: It will come.
To the mom who’s hungry, but can’t eat: I’ve been there.
To the mom whose greatest fears are stuck on repeat in her brain: I know, it’s hell.
To the mom who feels trapped in her own mind: You will escape.
To the mom who mourns her former self: You will be restored.
Right now you may feel helpless, alone and misunderstood.
You might look in the mirror and not recognize the woman in the reflection. You’ve always been strong, self-sufficient and courageous, but now you find yourself needing reassurance for every move you make. The fear is real. The emotions are real. The way out seems impossible.
You obsess over having “the thoughts.”
You obsess over not having “the thoughts.”
You cry when the thoughts upset you.
You cry more when they don’t.
You wonder where these thoughts came from and fear what they could mean.
You long for a clear mind, something you never before considered to be a gift.
You’ve become robotic. You don’t act how you feel, you act how you think you should. You smile is empty. Your eyes heavy. Your face is still, but your mind is racing. Your body is withering away. Your once strong spirit is begging for shelter. Shelter from the thoughts and anxiety. Shelter from the chaos. Shelter from yourself.
You’re running. Endlessly running. Your mind is running. Your body is running. Staying in one place is the enemy. An empty schedule invites the thoughts. Being alone is not your “safe space.” You have no sanctuary.
Why are you like this? How did you get here? What did you do wrong?
You are like this because you love hard. You got here because you are selfless and protective. You did nothing wrong.
From the depths of despair, there is hope. OCD feels like an Everest you were never trained to climb. You will fight this until you don’t feel like you can go on and then you will fight some more. You will find inner strength you never knew you had and discover parts of yourself you didn’t know existed.
OCD can feel like an identity crisis. Your mind has turned against you and you feel completely betrayed. I’m here to say: It’s OK.
It’s OK to cry, hard and long.
It’s OK to mourn for time lost.
It’s OK to feel defeated, though you swear you won’t give up.
It’s OK to fake being “OK” long before you feel it.
I’m here to tell you everything will be OK. Maybe not now, but eventually.
Eventually the fears will fade. The obsessions will lose their grip on you. Your mind will rest and you will relax in the serenity of silence. On the other side you will be stronger. You will be sensitive and understanding. Empathy will be your greatest strength.
On the other side, there is joy and there is peace of mind. On the other side you will understand yourself far more than you could have ever imagined. The fear will have left you, but the lessons remain. On the other side of it:
You will know what true strength is.
You will have fought for yourself and those you love.
You will be able to enjoy your life and your family.
You will have overcome unimaginable obstacles.
You will be grateful for the little things.
You will enjoy simply being.
You will be able to help others through their struggle.
OCD is like the world’s greatest test of character and I promise, you are acing it.
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If you or a loved one is affected by postpartum depression or other postpartum disorders and need help, you can call Postpartum Support International‘s hotline at 1-800-944-4773.
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