What I Needed in Order to Let Go of My OCD

Editor’s note: If you struggle with obsessive-compulsive disorder (OCD), the following post could be potentially triggering. You can contact the Crisis Text Line by texting “START” to 741-741. To find help visit International OCD Foundation’s website.

My obsessive-compulsive disorder (OCD).

My mental illness.

My disorder.

My greatest enemy.

My constant companion.

How could I let go of the thoughts? They were dangerous, out of control. I needed to control them, I needed to continue having them in order to make sure my kids were OK. At first, I kind of had the thoughts knowingly, consciously. I would read blogs and find new fears. I began to develop the fears of other women I read about. The fact bad things still gave me anxiety meant, in a twisted way, that I would be OK. If the thoughts still scared me, I wasn’t dangerous. Eventually, however, I had the thoughts automatically; it was completely out of my control.

Every minute of the day was consumed with thoughts and worry. I had gone from never having a threatening thought in my life, to having them constantly… about my children.
I was scared. Terrified. Within one month, I had completely forgotten my former self.

What did I used to think about?

How did I used to act?

Did I really love motherhood?

What if this was permanent?

I hung onto the thoughts for a long time… or rather, I hung onto the anxiety that propelled them. For months, I felt the need to keep worrying about the thoughts. It felt like some sort of moral requirement that I needed to spend the rest of my life remembering and repaying for the thoughts. For me, thought equals action. I saw no difference. If I could think it, I obviously was capable of doing it. More than that, if I could think it, I wanted to do it.

I couldn’t figure out how it was possible to have completely zero control over my thoughts. If I kept thinking about something, I must want to — there was no other answer.

Therapists told me over and over that analyzing the thoughts only furthered my illness, but I just couldn’t seem to let go of it all.

In order for me to let go of OCD, I needed to know the thoughts weren’t the real me. Until I became completely convinced they were 100 percent a symptom of a mental illness, I (felt) I couldn’t risk letting them go.

Letting them go meant letting them do what they wanted without reaction. I had to let them say what they wanted without letting myself get beat down by them. I needed to take my power back from them. When I thought something awful about my kids, I wanted to fight it. I wanted to fight the thought, find the cause of it, then make myself pay an emotional price for having it. But to overcome it, I had to stop.

In order to conquer it, you have to understand it is all based on a lie. Anxiety lies to you — it finds threats in the mundane. OCD turns these lies into obsessions. The obsessiveness is exhausting. The exhaustion eats away at the rationality. The sadness it causes dims the soul.

So, you may be asking, how does someone let their OCD go? Set it free.

I understand “setting it free” sounds simple, but feels impossible. I get it. It’s like saying “dunking a basketball is simple, just jump high.” Letting go of anxiety and OCD takes dedication and determination. Some days you won’t feel strong enough, and that’s OK. Other days you will feel like you can conquer the world, and that’s awesome. Though emotions differ from day to day, one thing needs to stay the same: your goal.

The goal is wellness, not perfection. No one is perfect; everyone has good and bad days. Recovery doesn’t happen overnight, but that doesn’t mean it is unachievable. The same energy that once went into deciphering and dissecting the thoughts now needs to go into self-care and rebuilding self-esteem.

In order to recover, I needed to start believing in myself again. I needed to believe what my friends and family were telling me. I needed to stop fearing the future and take control of my present. I needed to rediscover myself and trust in me again.

OCD and anxiety lie. The thoughts they put in my head weren’t the true “me” and they aren’t true for others who struggle either. We aren’t a collection of sinister people who are flying under the radar, putting those in our presence in danger. We are highly sensitive individuals who gave a bad thought too much power. That’s it, I promise.

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.

We want to hear your story. Become a Mighty contributor here.

Photo by Naletu on Unsplash

Find this story helpful? Share it with someone you care about.

Related to Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder (OCD)

A woman on the beach

OCD Was My Friend

Obsessive compulsive disorder (OCD) has been a force in my life ever since I can remember. When I was a young girl, OCD was always with me. She would talk to me, dictate my behaviors and control my thought processes. However, OCD and I lived harmoniously together. I had no reservations or negative feelings towards [...]
woman praying

5 Types of OCD You Might Not Have Heard Of

During OCD Awareness Week (October 8 to October 14), we spread information about what obsessive-compulsive disorder (OCD) is, explain why saying “I’m so OCD” (when you’re really not) is hurtful and, hopefully, encourage people who are struggling silently to get help for their intrusive thoughts and compulsions. While it’s important to spread awareness about the intensity and [...]
woman writing in her notebook

Dear OCD: You Think You're Making Me Happy, but You're Wrong

Dear OCD, How goes it? Are things good? I bet you’re busy. I bet you’re very busy, yes sir. I bet. In fact, I know you’re very busy and that you’re always very busy. You’re just the busiest thing, I know, and I don’t want to disturb you, but I felt I ought to write you. Say a [...]

How This Activist Is Bringing Awareness to a Less-Known Type of OCD

“I lived for 12 years with symptoms of obsessive compulsive disorder (OCD), the type of OCD referred to as “pure OCD” without anyone (including myself) knowing I had a diagnosable and treatable disorder.” With OCD Awareness Week and World Mental Health Day upon us, I was lucky enough to catch mental health advocate and mentor [...]